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And Tomorrow A sign of the Memorial Day weekend: Our new landlord has a charcoal grill going out on the patio. He perhaps wonders about me, since I haven't been out of the house all day with the blinds and curtains shut. I'm pretty much recovered, but I spend an hour up doing something stressful like surfing the net and then I take a little nap. An hour up, an hour down. I notice the cat is more experienced as he lies like a shaggy rug on the quilt, paws outstretched. He will occasionally arise and look me over. I was awakened briefly when I felt the cold spot of his nose pressed briefly against my lip. Weird. The rash is gone. I think the glands in my neck are less swollen. I don't think I have a fever anymore or at least not a very high one. Just tired and ready for bed. And one of those pills. And tomorrow. |
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