A Note from the Contagious Disease Ward
My plans for 2021
did not include sitting here with a pound, pound, pounding headache that even Excedrin might not alleviate. I suppose that’s the appropriate, reward for playing nursemaid-on-the-contagious-disease-ward and Mr. Mom for the last week and a half. I should probably happily accept that having only a few symptoms beats a full house.
So I’m just going to post a video–one of the two Laurie Anderson recordings I can listen to–and crawl back to my misery. I will offer this report, having watched this virus’s progression: it’s a nasty bug, survivable if you’re healthy but damned unpleasant.
Take it seriously. Don’t be foolhardy. A mask isn’t an imposition on your freedom. If people walked from east of the Mississippi to California, you can handle this unusual period in our shared history.
Stay safe.
An Honest Con 