One of my favorite songs is “You’re So Vain” by Carly Simon. It has many memorable lines. The one that most catches my breath is “I had some dreams; they were clouds in my coffee…”

Yesterday I spent two and a half hours in an Urgent Care Center. A subcutaneous horde of nastiness had marched north and south of my right elbow, making its presence known with swelling sufficient to unknuckle three knuckles of my hand, and a flaring pink-red that sought my heart. So there is no acrostic poem to go with the drawing, and the drawing is doubly sketchy. But today is another day.