Hello! I have some sort of monstrous viral infection that looks like strep but is not, apparently, strep, much to the surprise of me (person whose throat is on fire) and the RN at urgent care (who had to look into the bleak patchy depths of my tonsils).
Sorry to admit I cannot poetry too well today. We’ll see how tomorrow goes, but as of right now, I’ve spent 18 of the past 24 hours sleeping, and I don’t have high hopes for tomorrow’s newsletter being coherent.
In the meantime, I have a poem out in the new Dharma Direction. If you like Cheryl Strayed, Dear Prudence, and trawling the archives of Dear Abby or Carolyn Hax, you might like this. Read it here!
I’m going back to sleep. Sorry about this!