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Coughing; I am tired of this. My lungs hurt from the violence of the coughing.
Arizona's dry air offers no relief. I may end up retreating to the bathtub, a steamy sanctuary.
Two days ago we observed a small lizard who had taken up residence on the bathroom windowsill. It is still there. It pretended to be invisible when I touched the tip of its tail.
The wind is blowing; another cold, dry front. Too dry.
When I am sick, I cannot work. But I also cannot not-work. I must work on my dissertation. It is dissatisfying.
Arizona's dry air offers no relief. I may end up retreating to the bathtub, a steamy sanctuary.
Two days ago we observed a small lizard who had taken up residence on the bathroom windowsill. It is still there. It pretended to be invisible when I touched the tip of its tail.
The wind is blowing; another cold, dry front. Too dry.
When I am sick, I cannot work. But I also cannot not-work. I must work on my dissertation. It is dissatisfying.
