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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