i can't believe i have been this time-starved. i feel like hanging me head low in shame and whisper softly - from thee i have been absent in the spring or something in the same vein to put across how miserable i feel being a stranger to my own blog. but a) there are too many people - real, live, non-virtual people - who i need to tell the same thing (less dramatically) and so i can't let a blog take precedence; b) it is not spring and c) for the past few days i've been living a botic existence. so for the time being i remain unapologetic.
i will instead record for posterity how much interesting it is to take a day off from work and get to have your senses tuned at a superhuman level. ever noticed how a fever accentuates all sensations - colour of the leaves, sightof a first orange rose-bud, long-ignored sounds of the resident sparrows, geometric patterns of damp spots on the ceiling, feelings of sadness during a long evening with no-one to smile at? i have.