I have no idea how I've gotten this absurd illness on top of everything else. Does the universe conspire against me? No? Well medical wellness seems to dance outside of my reach. I have what I recognize as a respiratory illness, woke up with my eyes matted shut, my sinuses blocked, my ears and throat on fire. I've managed to avoid this illness while all around me succumbed, and now here I am, a fallen soldier in the trenches. I'm up to take some medicines and concoctions of herbal healthful proportions to see if it can be arrested before it ravages my body and wrests my soul from this broken vessel I call my self. The cockatoo has no clue how ill I am, but he's absolutely taken with the fact that it snowed some and he can see it out his window. To him it must look like a few million envelopes have been chewed up and spit out, he seems positively gleeful.