Falling on ice krispies

Wrenched myself out of a horribly vivid dream of slipping and falling on a shiny parking lot sheet of ice. Not everyone can hurt their shoulder while sleeping! But it was so real--exactly like the parking lot down the flight of frozen stairs to the Buick. The Advil was real, too.

The lesson here? Going to an Everest opera, haunted by the winter stay in my dad's hospital room after his fall, and reading a Russian novel can make a person feel like a jack-knifed 18-wheeler on an interstate ramp. Reading the novel wrapped in quilts on an unpaid snow day can make that person identify with the Russian peasants, not the glamorous, straying nobility.

 

Chicken soup and a heating pad.

Crossword puzzle, not Karenina on the Kindle.

Be safe in your dreams and on the sidewalks!

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