Spring comes quickly. Little green leaflets have covered the chancellor’s ugly orange flag. The weather for Syracuse University’s commencement tomorrow will be perfect: not too hot, sunny, no rain, light breeze.
I have a bad cold, which the homeopath says is a good thing—the body is ridding itself of all kinds of crap. I think it’s a bad thing—sinuses clog up therefore I can’t breathe through BiPAP mask therefore I can’t sleep therefore everything spirals down the drain.
The sun is shining. The red tulips glow brightly. The pansies smile.
I am still here.