Again with the sicker and sicker, lying in a pile with P feeling feverish, lazily poking around on Internet, eating snacks, thinking about time. Sad, bored, sad, bored, sad, bored, sad. A nice rhythm, sort of relaxing.

Had 'Peppermint Twist' stuck in my head for a while, segued into 'Bristol Stomp' when I took the dog out.

Wet-footed marginal, best to stay that way. Be kind to your fine feathered ferns. It's a long way to Ivan Kupala Day.