Today is apparently Easter. I have seen nary a bonnet, although a man on the stoop across from my apartment was mooning passers-by earlier while I was trying to watch television (the resulting shrieks and car horns drowned out the speakers so I had to see what was going on). I do not know if that counts as an Easter festivity.

I am still ill, although my hope is that I am less ill than yesterday. It is difficult to ascertain, as I am comfortably overdosed on narcotics. The astute among you will wonder how that differs from my normal state, but my current feeling of well-being is such that I will not be distracted by technicalities.