"I am not feeling any better because I cannot stay in bed, having constant cause for walking. They say I leave at night by the window of my tower, hanging from a red umbrella with which I set fire to the forest! "
— Camille Claudel
Another bed. It's not really hard to figure out where I'd rather be today, but I am holding fast to my red umbrella lest it shoot flames upon the unsuspecting. I am back at work after spending yesterday at home, not in my sick bed as I had intended, but at the computer, editing stories and inserting revision notes as if it were any other workday. Today I am still a little lightheaded and just the slightest bit shivery, but there is too much happening every minute to miss another day. My attention to detail is somewhat shaky, I've had to redo a letter three times, and I can honestly say there are too few of us here to manage to big ideas we consistently skip across the table. I am exhausted from dreaming big.