i am an unrequited astronomer, pretend patient, gentle adventurer, pedal enthusiast, recovering calligrapher, occasional thespian and unfinished poet living in portland, oregon. contacting me via email is usually a good idea.
11:38 AM: be healed!
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yesterday sven was very, very sick. nothing but chicken tortilla soup, second-season angel, reading, and lying around on the couch for him -- after the initial intestinal distress and the eventual passing out, anyway. his nose and the bathroom linoleum are well-acquainted, now, though; by the time i heard the thump and got to him blood was just beginning to pool under his nose, and it didn't stop bleeding for quite some time.
alas, carl has been sick, too, so he couldn't come this morning to begin the "writing wednesdays": a long walk on the butte followed by a long unbroken stint of writing. but the fog was very cool this morning! fog where the other side of the street is shrouded and you could find yourself in paris.
and leopoldo's sick, too! this whole sickness thing going around may explain why i've been sleeping so much lately. thank god i'm not at the stage everyone else seems to be, and let's keep hoping i can avoid it. *knocks wood* i keep comparing it to the horrible sickness i had last year, which i never want to see repeated.