Lately

Lately, I've been under the weather, in weather that's awful. These things go together. There's something very right about sneezing and shivering while walking through the soaking-ass rain (so icy it could almost be snow—but it didn't want to give you the satisfaction).

My ailment—it's nothing serious, don't worry. A common sinus-ey thing. I'm just sick enough to feel bad, but not sick enough to give up on life. The thing to do in this condition is execute the bare daily minimum—and then come home and lay around. And as part of this plan's rollout, I've been watching The Young Pope on HBO. Crikey! It's really great. The characters are offbeat and complex, flawed, funny and strange. And the scenery. The reds are deeply saturated, the whites glow with an unearthly light. I mean every clip is perfect, like its own baroque painting. If you haven't watched it, do. And give it a couple episodes for the story and characters to air out. That's my opinion anyway—you can do whatever you want, of course.

So that's what's been going on around here. I'm starting to feel better, although Mark (who built me the above raised veggie beds for spring if/when it ever comes) ominously, epicly sneezed  this morning. Maybe he's next? At any rate, a full moon lunar eclipse is on the way tomorrow—how lucky! I reckon we could all use some cosmic assistance during a dark time such as this.