Normally I see the sunrise every summer morning. My windows face east and I am an early riser. We're having an unusually long stretch of gray wet days and I haven't seen a sunrise for over a week. Oh, I know the weather will change. After this long on earth I've seen enough weather to understand patience with the periods of gray or cold or whatever it is the sky offers.
As for my little bout of tick-induced fever, the course of antibiotics is finished so I assume the mean little bacteria that knocked me out for a few days has been knocked out by the greater forces of American medicine. All should be back to normal. But it's not. My energy flags in the afternoon -- so, okay, that means for reading time or hand quilting. My appetite is a bit repressed -- I am not going to complain about that. If I feel like eating a bit more sparsely than normal I'll lose a few of those pounds I accumulated over the winter. At this point coffee is a bit too strong, and -- surprise -- a candy bar was suddenly too sweet. That's good news. It's fresh cherry time and cantaloupe and watermelon season -- well not locally but close enough for the good things to be in the stores. Fruit is better than candy bars -- or so I've been told. Never thought so until now.
Apparently the initial bombardment with many antibiotics and other drugs in the hospital has shook up my normal liver and blood functions so I have to follow up with specialists about that. Okay! It's always tit for tat, isn't it? So it's not over until it's over.
Inam Hussain Mullick writes - a chrysanthemum blooms in the cerebral flutescape, moondrops pierce bones, a cat gathers wingspeed above moist bricks [image: File:Korean art-Byeon Sang...
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