Looking up

The weather got better, and so did my twisted gut.

I ruled out flu and food pretty quickly. That left amoeba's residual damage. It's a gift that keeps on giving -- bad enough after my first bout in my 20s, and worse after my second 10 years ago. Pile stress on top of that, and it knocks me flat.

By this morning I was up and about for a couple of hours. Roy was sealing the fence, but the best view was up. Breathtaking.

Still, all the crap going on with HARC made me wonder how many more angles I'd have to figure.

So I went home to bed again. I kept thinking how lovely the sky is, how luminous the yellow in the right light.