... is Now Lying Down
You know, I wasn't really bragging in my previous post when I mentioned that I seemed to be the only one of the clan not smitten by the current bugarious smiters. Really, I was just stating a fact. There really was no reason for the universe to decide to execute retribution upon my poor beleaguered bod. Really.
What can you do, eh? The bugarious smiters have struck where they always do — in my throat. Whatever else is to eventuate during my bouts of affliction, I can almost take it to the bank that The Grief will begin in my throat. It's very sore, and I'm very tired. Just for you, however, I'll be glad to post a blow-by-literal-blow description of Bugarion's progress into other regions of my bodily temple ... if you ask nicely.
However, whilst lying in a futile recuperative effort this afternoon, my spirits were somewhat buoyed to hear a blessed sound: a train whistle! Not long ago, I posted that the local trains stopped running sometime last spring and that I didn't expect them to ever recommence. Apparently they have, however, for Thesha heard one or two the other day, and I just heard my first. This is good: right? Just as long as one doesn't live too near the tracks, I suppose.
Because my blog got spammed today, I have enabled comment verification for the nonce. I don't love comment verification and think it unnecessary for the most part, but I think I should adopt it as a temporary measure and apologize for the inconvenience. I hope to be able to remove that restriction in a week or two.