dulcetly...notes on a bookish life

This poor little blog has been staring at me morosely for two weeks, but honestly, everytime I take an initiative to post I get distracted by some other more pressing task. Mostly I have been fighting this odd fever thing for the past two weeks, which has me crawling into bed whenever I am home and wandering zombie-like the rest of the time dosed up on ibuprofen. It seems to be going away, though my throat is a little iffy. I can't help but think it feels a little like mono (or mono-lite) which would be oddly appropriate give the span of the last five years. Almost like neat little brackets of time. But then none of it is very neat at all. I am doing what I can with what little energy I have and hoping to be better soon.