To paraphrase one of Amy Gerstler's poems, this week will taste like cough syrup. Sorry to have to report that, Gemini. But on the other hand, the bitter flavor will be offset by a sweet aftertaste that's lent to the mix by a secret ingredient I'm not yet at liberty to divulge. And the unpleasantness of the medicine going down will be even more compensated for by the tonic effects that will begin rippling through your life as early as next week.
How odd. That could have been my last week, or at least the end of it.
Well, there's time yet for this week to get worse. So far, it's picked up remarkably much in the last, oh, 36 hours, and didn't even start off all that badly.
It's about time to get laundry and dishes done, but that's a small problem in the grand scheme of things. The big problems all got dealt with today or earlier.