I haven't been to Florida since the Summer of '69, just before my 16th birthday. Yesterday I was supposed to return for an ocean side visit with assorted family but had to cancel the non-refundable flight.
I'm sick. Sicker than the proverbial dog. And I don't want to infect my elderly parents or anyone else (all those years of public health training).
I've been sleeping a lot and having lots of fever dreams. Here's one dream fragment I've retained:
I'm squatting naked
in the woods
And they weren't small mirrors. It's a gross yet arresting image.
I feel like shit. What's new with you?