secret: the wistfulness that comes with illness

For some reason, whenever I've been sick a few days I start thinking about doing all the things I want to do that I haven't done for ages. 

Today I really want to play some guitar and sing a little. But I have a whopping great head cold. And I haven't played for so long that my calluses are gone and my memory has rusted.

I'd like to learn some new songs, or maybe even write a few. Build up those calluses in time for summer, and travel the country with a guitar and a ukulele and some good company, a bottle of wine and a bottle of whiskey, in my little van and some sand in my shoes.

I'd be playing "Young Man in America" by Anais Mitchell.