This morning, my new roommate was dropping coins into a barely filled tin jar where he keeps loose change, and I really really really for a moment genuinely thought That is most the horrid, awful, jangling-in-the-throat cough that I have ever heard. It was so distressing that even after a second when I realized it was coins dropped in a metal jar and not a human cough, I couldn’t shake the feeling that he was ill.
Sometimes you can’t do much more with your life than write a sentence: The jangled cough of quarters falling into a tin can.
Maybe everything in my particular corner of the world is getting sick. That would sit right with me.