Sick child is well enough to complain about being bored but not well enough to do anything  A trip to Walgreens for some kids' nighttime cold medicine is in my future. Otherwise I foresee a Very Sleepless Night.
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'...
At poor peace I sing
To you strangers (though song
Is a burning and crested act,
The fire of birds in
The world's turning wood,
For my sawn, splay sounds,)
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Dylan Thomas, Author's Prologue
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