Blow me a song, Horatio, let it be long and messy and cling to the corners and echos of those who listen.

So once again again and the again. Back out of the hospital on Tuesday the 8th. Went in on Saturday and as it turned out unrelated to anything I knew about. Renal failure. I went in as I could not make any sense of myself even in the corners. And hallucinations. Some of them were rather grand and enjoyable. Nonetheless I was aware that this was not to be considered at all normal. Then some grand virus decided to slam me with an upper respiratory nonsense. Be that, I’ve been returned to the place where my plants and kittens live in a lovely splendor of simplicity. And where there is decent music. And where there is a supply of food having been delivered at midnight when I got home rather than the noon order for the next day as was my plan. Surprises just continue it seems.

If I were not so shaky I’d indeed get some writing done as it does play about in the mind. Focus however is just a bridge too far. Rather then I’ll content myself with music and meanderings.

And a lovely day to you, too. We are breathing after all, are we not?

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