beware the ides.

backstabbers,
sneaks,
plotters,
liars,
all sorts of shifty, shady, suspect and questionable characters.
y'know?
being ware of the ides of march, in the caesarian sense,
traditionally means to watch out for yourself,
because those types of stink-nuggets are planning your downfall,
and most likely, your untimely demise.
damn.
that's a hard style.
and today is the day.
but,
what i'm most worried about is that the cracked red-leather riverbed
my entire skin has become, complete with hives, welts, and blisters,
is gonna actually do me in way before the hinky haters ever do.
i've got new medicine,
since the working theory is that the old medicine only made everything worse.
uh-huh.
beware, for realsies:

hopefully whatever this is kills whatever i've got,
or,
failing that,
at least kills me with an accidental prescription for peace and quiet
a la the oblivion of adult-onset allergic reactions.
i'm pretty cool with whichever.
the alternative to potential relief is really-real reality,
which just happens to be persistent worsening.
it always gets worse.
if there's any comfort to be taken,
it's that it won't be better tomorrow,
it'll just be different.
ugh.
this isn't any fun, at all.
i mean it, no jokes.
oh, and the meds?
and they come with red label warnings, too.
'these will hurt your capacity for expertism.'
great news?
i remain doubtful.
i remain wary.
i remain here in the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress,
eating little green capsules of antihistamine anxiety blockers,
and wishing i didn't look and feel like a such a
damned dirty diseased dehydrated and dessicated icon of defeat.
gross.
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i know,
this year, thus far, is a real A*-hole.
two and one half months of bad news,
hot on the heels of two and a half years of the same.
the reliable consistency is appreciated, surely-
but a plot-twist 180 back towards goodness
and not just this up-here woodsliness,
would be a warmly welcomed change.
there's nearly no firewood left,
and the temperature has been negative for days and days.
nature has made promises to stay that way for some time to come.
we're five days away from spring,
but for three more months, we'll still be shivering.
beware the ides,
beware the kalens,
beware the days, on either side of both.
hard times and long nights and every single thing that makes you feel tired?
it's ALL really happening;
never quiet, never soft.....