Going over this site’s archives for collecting stuff for a book (I think it will ultimately be three) I found how often I’m sick. Well, it’s somewhat better now we’ve moved, but still bad relative to most human beings.
I must do something about that. But not today.
I should know when I can’t write — not avoid it, because I’m lazy or not sure what to write, but can’t — I’m usually coming down with something.
It’s gastric trouble. No, not the Winnie. I can still taste and smell fine. And son ...
Published on August 28, 2020 09:02