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» Friday, May 21, 2010
Yeesh. Good thing Alex and Paolo came this morning; it is raining pitchforks and little fishes out there, the trees are swaying and there is thunder growling in the distance. Willow has posted herself less than a foot from my chair and Schuyler is singing along to the pounding of the rain on the deck (there's a nice breeze coming in; why waste it?). My headache was gone until the storm started to approach, but my eye socket isn't hurting like it has been the last couple of days. I noticed last night that the fan next to my bed was pointed at my head; I tilted it away and I think that helped.

I am apparently hallucinating every time I go near the door: here I am several hundred miles from the ocean and I swear I can smell brine.