Golly gee wiz, I feel like crap right now. When will this sickness end?! I'm literally crying goo from my sinuses being so messed up. Not that you needed to know that.

I've been so depressed about being quarantined indoors for nearly a week now. But thank the heavens for my sweetie pie taking long naps in my arms.

And again, a mishmash of prompts (this time the third chunk, I think):

Now let me start by saying that “palimpsest” is one of my favorite words. I first heard it in a list of the most beautiful words in English, which I memorized for my GRE. (I did terribly on my GRE, mind you.) I next read it in an academic article about tattooing, which mentioned a tattoo which had been crossed out and covered up with another word—a human palimpsest. That is all on that subject.

But describing wind: it can be anything between gentle and ferocious; from a light, almost imperceptible kiss on the cheek, to a howl, to an intangible earthquake. Sometimes it’s full of cigarette smoke, and sometimes it accompanies a sunset in California. It can scatter things about, painting the sky on a Saturday morning, as you go back and forth, imagining the smell from within. It’s something you can dream, but not something you can put in a mason jar or leave in a bowl on the coffee table next to the crackers. It whirls past you when you ski, and can knock the glasses right off of your face.

I bought a tiny elephant and a board game at a yard sale last week. Round was the shape of the pieces of both, but the madness of the game—it led to hardboiled minds.