Home sick today. Outside stretches a brilliant, cloudless blue sky, the kind of sky that prompted Dickey Betts of the Allman Brothers to write about his girlfriend (in the song "Blue Sky"), "You're my blue sky, you're my sunny day..." At least the dazzling day's providing me good light to read by, as I huddle near the front window wrapped up in a thick blanket, book in hand.

Stuck in with a cold,
taunted by this perfect day.
Sun, snow, river shine.