Disability Day

Today has been a Disability Day.

There were hints that it was coming, of course, but still.

The blanket of fatigue wrapped itself about me at 10 in the morning, and by noon I was fit only to nap. I woke up at four in the afternoon, took the dog out and switched the laundry. Thankfully, it's not a day of pain, as well.

I sit.

I breathe.

This is today, but it is not every day.

It is the right this very now.

Disability has made me a Taoist.

The anticlimax of phototropism

Vellichor
It's a made up word, found in the collection of made up words, The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows, collected / created by John Koenig.

Vellichor is not a real word, as such things are counted, but according to Koenig it means "The strange wistfulness of used bookstores."

I think it's a perfectly perfect name for a printing press that revives forgotten and now out of print books.

I stumbled on all this accidentally, a gift of online dictionaries, all while looking up the meaning of
THIGMOTROPISM.

hoo boy, what a word, I thought!
and the definition turns out to be up to the vessel
first, it's real.
second, it means:
the turning or bending of a plant or other organism in response to a touch stimulus.
how gorgeous is that?

And yet neither of these words is the one I went out looking for, the one whose meaning I know but whose name I do not, the word that is the bending of a plant in response to the shifts of availability of light. After vellichor and thigmotropism, phototropism  seems anticlimactic, somehow.

Hankering for the stage

I was already excited to hear that Turner was playing Padraig in the revival of the Lieutenant, but the reviews are in and have surpassed expectations.

Who wants to take me to London to catch a play?