"All the time it felt like I was being eaten alive by parasites living under my skin. I couldn't leave my house for several years."

"Sometimes it got so bad I couldn't walk and I'd have to crawl across the floor. My legs would cramp up, just like I was having a polio spasm."

That's from Joni Mitchell's memoir, quoted in a new Daily Mail piece about how Joni Mitchell is not in a coma. She's "alert" and "responsive" we're told.

I was moved to post on this topic after my dear husband responded to the previous post — "Since Hillary never gave us 'closure' by braining the big boy with a frying pan..." — with: "the bed's too big/the frying pan's too wide." For all I know he responded to the post before that — "Scott Walker enters the Republican presidential race with far stronger ties to the party’s biggest fund-raisers..." — with: "He's a walker in the rain/He's a dancer in the dark." And perhaps some earlier post about the same-sex marriage arguments with: "We don't need no piece of paper/From the city hall/Keeping us tied and true/My old man/Keeping away my blues...."

We're thinking about Joni and wishing her well.