IMPORTANT UPDATE

I was going to blog about the difference between inductive and deductive reasoning, the apparent preference for these operating models on each side of the political spectrum and the ramifications of these tendencies on cultural norms and social institutions, but I have decided to write a sonnet dedicated to my wife's mucus:

Minion, behold the nadir of the lyric:

Dreams and pathways I have known

The times of man eons peak and eras trough

Cacophonous yalp as virally sewn

Still lyrical I hear my dear love's cough

Harmonious day flees panoptical night

And a green phlegm rubicon traverse

Viscus, cascading snot affright

Fly, silent fever embrace the inevitable adverse

Forgotten roads through rooky woods meander

Cursed cough, thy name is emerald molasses

Among fallen timbers and brush forever wander

Pray, find your place amid begotten corpses

And time, immortal guardian of aged, ailing genus locus

A dimming light, we say goodnight to all my Love's disgusting mucus