For fear that you’ll all desert me if I don’t loosen up, here is a mid-week respite before I return to issues of philosophy-in-the-times-of-a-pandemic.

As always, Merriam Webster delivered perfect distraction, offering a thread of words that I was mostly unfamiliar with, in this, my second language. Beautiful, obscure, and often quite useless words. Let’s see if they can be illustrated with the appropriate visuals, describing a typical Heuer Wednesday morning in the time of crisis.

My Matutinal ( of, relating to, or occurring in the morning) preoccupation, other than leaving exercise to others,

is to ignore my Deipnosophist (a person skilled in table talk) Beloved

because he distracts me from putting the finishing touches on all things Jentacular (pertaining to breakfast.)

and should not see me Catillate (to licke dishes.)

(Come on. You didn’t expect a photo for that, did you?)

My Scripturient (having a strong urge to write) nature

later has me send him a text, since he still can’t decipher my Cacography (bad handwriting) on a piece of paper. (38 years and counting…)

My message: I’ll be Solivagant (rambling alone, marked by solitary wandering)

And keep the 6 feet social distance, if need be, by means of being Filipendulous (suspended by or strung upon a thread.)

Not. I might be climbing the walls, but I will not be climbing rocks, knowing it would be a Bêtise (an act of foolishness or stupidity.) No solitary ramblings either, as it turns out, still too much under the weather.

Then again…..

Who knows, I might be fit again tomorrow.

And here are some more words set to music.

For REAL storytelling, listen to this. Your soul will get a good airing.

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