Burn My Shadow Away

Faster than I can hope to respond come things requiring responses. Some of these things are political, some not. I can't write letters fast enough to suit myself, and sometimes I stop. Friday morning, I lay down on the couch and couldn't get up until just about lunchtime. That's okay, I was just watching Drusy stand on three legs and scratch the back of her head and I couldn't do that, either.

It's Sunday night. I believe the fever's passed. What'd I miss?