i think my sickness is subsiding some. i slept more last night. now i got a tickle in my chest. in the past days i got a tickle out walking. it's something in the air, dust particles from the obamachron, and maybe some pollen or spores. anyway my body is responding and trying to expel the invaders. yet my head is congested, knowing we can't hope to expel the obamachron invasion. i rode to the studio apt to get the bills—mailbox still busted, and likely will remain so—on entering i saw this skeleton and then this wee bird on the floor, and i thought it was surely a message, after seeing the baby bird out back of the vista, likely dropped from the fire escape by a fledgling kestrel. the message, take care, don't fall off a ledge or get snatched from your nest—if you can help it.