remember how they used to send (usually rich) people up to the mountains to convalesce and recover from their ill constitutions because the clean air and hearty, wholesome regimen would do naught but good for their feverish frames?
well, on a smaller scale, i’m going to go sit outside and let the big gassy star heal me. i know the environment is on the rocks but i find myself hard put to part with a little direct sunlight for medicinal purposes.
oh hi, there you are.
photo courtesy of Flickr and Kit_Hartford