Sick

I was sick yesterday and so wrapped up in feeling bad that I just forgot to post anything. Today I feel much better but still spent all my downtime napping and catching up on the bewildering amount of stuff that suddenly needed attending to yesterday when I couldn't do it. And now here we are, ten minutes past my self-imposed bedtime, and I haven't produced anything yet.

All of which is to say, it's haiku time!

Z asks me weekly
"Is it still winter?" I say,
"yes, for a long time."

C still smokes. So we
put on our sweaters and boots.
Talk swirls up with smog.