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Look, I'm gonna be real wichyu. I have been coughing for 7 weeks. I am sick and going to the doctor and if they don't give me a fucking chest x-ray I am going to make flyers all over the neighborhood and slander their practice. I know this does not sound like the peaceful morning light I am trying to promote on this blog, but after the morning comes the rest of the day (where I get cranky) and then the night (where I cough for hours). That being said, I was supposed to write this on Wednesday but the night before I sat up coughing all over myself and didn't sleep and was worthless all day. The only thing I was thankful for was animals that are able to roll into balls or cuddle into themselves. After work I went to 1928 without my camera. It was very peaceful and pleasant and I would have liked to show you a picture. Maybe I will take a picture another day and add it to this post. It won't matter that I didn't take it on the actual day because it's not like that house ever looks any different at all. Stay tuned for my next entry because you will be a-mazed at how much I can change tone in a matter of moments. After I publish this post I am going to spin around on the rug and move from Wednesday to Thursday and write Thursdays actual, legitimate message.

1. thanksgiving

I'm not trying to be silly. There's a lot of white in our house and at night it turns into a lot of outlines and shadows. I know that little light is close and growing stronger. The last light of the evenings loses its air of sad settling defeat. I imagine the sun has been asleep or sick and must slowly regain its strength. If the sun had a face it would not be smiling yet but there would be a little gleam in its eye, calling "tomorrow I will try to stay a little longer." And in the morning I feel those rays - its long arms - straining for hours. Without faltering, the slow rise grows until it manages to crest the horizon. It's a small sliver, but it's bright.

I am really not this much of a hippie and don't think the sun is a person. It's a metaphor for hope, people. And a fact of the life.