Woke up late this morning, and then only because of the ringing phone. Whoever it was didn't even leave a message, so my dreams were interrupted for nothing. It's a hazy gray day with blustering rain. My top front teeth hurt; I picture them as boats in a strong wind, pulling on their moorings. I have a hint of a sore throat and swollen glands, so I'm obviously fighting off something. A long, long list of things to do beckons like a Jewish mother.
Somewhere in the mountains, a bearded mass murderer sends his taunts out across the world. We, so easily distracted, swing around like an angry bull snorting at a red cape.
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