Saturday Sky: Doing It With Mirrors

Even by my standards, I've been exhibiting a remarkable degree of sloth lately, if a person who hasn't blogged in over three weeks can be said to exhibit much of anything. I attribute this primarily to the Mother of All Bug Bites, which first slithered onto my radar over Labor Day weekend in the form of a roughly two-inch-diameter, fiendishly itchy welt on my back. After being reassured that it was probably not Lyme, I went about my business, until eventually I noticed some stiffness in my right shoulder. "Just residual soreness," I thought, and continued about my business until I could barely move my right arm. This didn't so much interfere with my typing (I wish I could use that as an excuse) as addle my brain to the point of near total oblivion.

Now, however, I am on an antibiotic, an anti-inflammatory, and orders to return for a follow-up in two weeks. I can't really tell if the drugs are helping yet, but I'm trying to pretend they are. To that end, herewith a sky picture, in a way.


Who knows? The next post might have actual knitting.