Teppy - feel better soon. Innerds need to remember that they are supposed to function without notice.

Shir - I got nuttin. Just lots of stay safe~ma for your sis and everyone else as much as possible.

I am so sore. All my muscles hate me today and I have a ton I have to do around the house. I've been doing 30 minutes of chores, 15 minutes stretching, 15 minutes goofing, lather, rinse, repeat. So. Tired. I'm down to cleaning my bathroom, folding one more load of laundry, and making my bed. I think. Oh, heck, still have to vacuum the whole place. And then there is the kitchen. Bless.

Hypothetical question for the romantics:

How would you most like to receive a love poem?

Shir, I might have a comment on that, but right now probably would be a very hard time for you to hear criticism of Israel. So I'll just wish safety for your sister, and safety for the Palestinians in Gaza who suffer every day and are in much more danger than any Israeli civilian, and who are not even allowed to leave.

How would you most like to receive a love poem?

Not sure whether I qualify as a romantic, but I'm going to go with: (a) it being a good poem; (b) it being from someone I fancy. Provided a and b are in place, method of giving not so much an issue. If either a or b are in doubt, the whole business becomes one mighty cringe.

Gris, I think getting a love poem of any kind rocks, but I'd epecially love it handwritten so I could keep it and reread it.

ETA: But really, what Fay said is key.

If either a or b are in doubt, the whole business becomes one mighty cringe.

Ha. I kind of like bad poems, actually, though I can see (b) being pretty important at least.

This isn't something I'm actually considering, by the way. I was just having a conversation about love poems yesterday, and was thinking about how they could fit into modern society. What I think is especially interesting is the idea of love-poems-as-courting, especially in my generation, where courting seems, unfortunately, pretty dead. And letter-sending even more so.

I am very fond of Carol Ann Duffy's poem Valentine, which I was given by a wooer. Or at least - she gave me the book, but that poem in particular. Lovely poem.

Oh, that's lovely. I wish I had that gift for metaphor and imagery.

I think courting still exists, in odd ways. Email and IM may not seem traditionally romantic, but I think they really can be. Not to say that I would turn down a little traditional romance, mind you, but I think the state of romance today still largely rests on the individual. Also, given that traditional courting stemmed mainly from the fact that women were so rigidly controlled by their families and therefore had to be courted from afar, I think I'd rather have my independence.

ION, please, someone help me get out of my head. I can't shake these blues for no good reason.

Oh, and Tep, I'm so sorry you're dealing with this, but try not to beat youself up too much. Earlier this year I was on my third nasty antibiotic for my pneumonia, and I made the mistake if taking the last pill right before I ate instead of after. This resulted in me vomiting all over the inside of Drew's truck, and as I wept in misery and shame, he cleaned everything up and got me home. It's awful, but it's also a sign of a partner who will stand by you. Hang in there.

Because it deserves its own post, Shir, I have no advice, but I do have as much compassion and peace-ma as I can spare heading your way.