I am now willing to concede that perhaps a dance party and two Jameson's is NOT the best prescription for this wretched fucking cold. I am drinking tea and wearing my giant faux leopard coat and tiger hoody pajamas without ceasing. I have not yet worn them at the same time. Kitty fashion apocalypse! I did make it down to the creek on the way home from the one errand that got my ass off the couch today, though. The clover is emerald and glistening with the rain. There are puddles on the path, and the leaves spiral down and the creek has swelled and found its voice again. My friend Irisanya heard a cougar scream, my friend Luckey was visited by an owl and I am visited by the legions of snot that rattle through my sinuses. It is all of a piece. The season has changed. Hallelujah Rain Moon.