The Assemblagist

Work con­tin­ues on the Ann Head but progress is slow. This sore throat/​fever/​aches and pain — stuffy and I can’t rest syn­drome is for the birds. My seden­tary days make the dogs nutzo bazooms because I won’t take them for a walk until the sun goes down and the air is cooler. My lit­tle house­hold fills quickly with inter­nal squalor as my health declines. Rob [my muse] remained home last night as The Assem­blag­ist ven­tured out into the pub­lic domain to seek inspi­ra­tion and com­fort amongst friends and fam­ily. While the open­ing act proved suf­fi­cient to reduce my ill-​gotten cold symp­toms, by the sec­ond hour my throat began to its quick descent into com­plete obliv­ion as my ton­sils and ade­noids became visions of past infections.

Today is fit only for mild artis­tic endeav­ors and lots of fruit smoothie consumption.

With hopes for improve­ment upon the ‘mor­row, I leave you for now, dear friends. (Does mor­row need a ‘?)

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