23 Apr

John is sick as a dog … 101.5 degrees

John, sick as a dog … and we’re really sorry to be missing the big event in New York tonight.Please forgive us?

For oft, when on my couch I lieIn vacant or in pensive mood,They flash upon that inward eyeWhich is the bliss of solitude;And then my heart with pleasure fills,And dances with the daffodils.~ Wordsworth, from “I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud” or “The Daffodils” (not sure which it is)

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