I caught something out of thin air on Monday, a prickly throat and now stuffy nose. I'd gone jogging, you see, to the post office that morning to mail my taxes. A sure sign, I'm convinced, that I'm not put on this earth to run anywhere.
Then the next two days I was up at Fort Mason doing some more costuming. The gig includes a moderate bike ride up there from Embarcadero and with a tickle in my throat, nothing probably was worse. So today I've taken to mending and have little else to report.
Besides of course this big ceramic vessel. I bought it two years ago at Renegade in Brooklyn and I always use it when I need something bottomless. Say, for drinking lots of tea. It's perfect for cupping between two hands and soaking in steam.