Sick
As a dog.
I was in Williamsburg, Brooklyn this week staying at my favorite hotel, The Hoxton. It seemed like half of New York was sick with something—Covid, flu, cold. Then I got sick too. I had planned to write about winter, a season for withdrawing from the world to heal pain and sorrow. I don't feel up to it. I'm going to take some Tylenol and Advil and withdraw.