Monday, November 7

I haven't been sick for over two and a half years. Not even a mild cold. Nothing. Until recently.

I caught a virus. Not the famous one. Just an ordinary, everyday, common influenza virus. This virus knocked me out, dragged me to the backroom of my life, and beat me up for over a week. I'll be back as soon as I can. I just wanted to let you know.

  • ". . . as I have said often enough, I write for myself in multiplicate,
    a not unfamiliar phenomenon on the horizon of shimmering deserts."
    - Vladimir Nabokov