“And your wise men don’t know how it feels, to be Thick … “

Like ze brick.

***

The wind howled through without disasters, or at least none right here, or at least none I’ve been officially notified about yet.

In its wake three days of chill are prophesied, followed by a rapid warming and a week in the 70s. Hard to believe. I’ll serve my penance. I’ll ache to know walking again when it’s over. I will refuse, to be buried by bullish inanity, or bullied by bratty insanity, or any of that. Won’t I?

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I was sure I had turned comments off, and probably they still are. But one got through anyway and I’m glad it did. My theory is that it was grandfathered, coming from someone who was manually approved long ago. But validating theories isn’t what I want to be doing right now.

What do I want to be doing right now?

Shaking off the torpor.

For a start.