Infirmity in the city

A cold, lowering sky

It seems that I am not to get out of winter without a minor bout of sickness, and at the time of writing I can hear nothing at all in my right ear, and I am nursing an insipid, dry cough. My infirmity is minor in the extreme, and indeed in some ways it is nice to be reminded not to take good health for granted. The city seems to be echoing my inner state, with the afternoon closing down beneath an indecisive, rainy and cloud-streaked sky. It would be an ideal afternoon to be in bed, but alas I plod on through my daily chores. I am looking forward to the close of business, so I can retreat to my private rooms and snuggle up beneath a rug with my dog. Even when I am sick, I love winter.