Murmur of a prayer

Whenever I get sick, I think "what if this never ended?" I don't mean I'm afraid the particular illness will last -- but rather, that  some illness someday will, unless you die a violent death. And so, imagine a life where pain, or enervation, or distraction is there all the time, or half the time, or a third of the time, and you have to try to do your life's business around or through that straitjacket (as Kevin Drum is doing). Which is just to say, labor while it is day,

P.S. I've got a-bit-more-than-a-cold, which may make for light blogging for a bit. Or maybe not.