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So unwell and nauseous today. Retched and eyes stung. Throat burned. To feel better, skipped lunch and ate some vanilla ice-cream. Two cups, in fact. By the time I had come back to office, the soft peaks of the tops of the ice-cream had squished a little. They soothed, nevertheless.

What also soothed was the memory of something I had read months ago - a Zen phrase, I think - snow in a silver bowl.

What also calms my trembling system is the thought of writing fiction soon.