11:11 pm

I'm less playful now than I was earlier, but it seems fair to round out my live-update day. Charlottesville was wet and sweet and cold. As ever. I mean that I made mead. I feel dull and tired again, and am starting to think all that codeine didn't actually save me from the migraine fallout, but a babyish thing to think. I might as well whine: I don't want to go to work tomorrow, I feel cold.

Deep fog on Afton mountain

Winter cheeks and dumb hair.