Tuesday, March 21, 2006

Secretly, just between you and me, I’ve developed a fondness for them pre-sick blues. Now, I don’t think I’ve quite assumed the mantle of certifiable hypochondriac yet, nor do I actively derive pleasure from an itchy throat or the twinge of unreality that precedes every fever. The comfort comes from the finality of the matter. It’s no longer a question of whether I’ll get sick, or whether a few zinc tablets will delude me into good health, it’s a question of dealing with the matter at hand.

Have you ever visited Goodbrush? This guy is one of my favorites. I like it when the canvas has some heft to it.