From last night when the internet was down

I actually spent a second thinking about all my brain cells draining out of my nose with summer cold mucous. But, of course, if they all left, I wouldn’t be thinking at all. I feel, though, as if they all have dripped out; I feel like an ox-moron (and, no, that is not a typo).

I have no motivation – not even for forbidden fruits.

Blah. With sniffs and coughs.

The icemaker in the refrigerator has not kept up with demand and I am almost iceless. “Ruth, don’t take our ice to town.” I’m that pathetic: random phrases that come close to nonsense.