I am alone on an island.
The other three members of my household are either currently sick or recovering from being sick. I have thus far avoided the cooties, but I am not confident I will escape unscathed. With only four days to go until Boggs, catching this cold—which appears to be an awful one—would be disastrous.
Actually, at this point I am not positive I don’t have a touch of the cold anyway. It’s tough to tell since it’s spring and I work in Sacramento, the "City of Trees." It’s about the worst place to be on the entire planet as far as allergens go. When the trees are in bloom (now), it’s pretty bad. Add a little wind, as we’ve had the past few days, and it’s downright brutal.
So I feel kind of shitty, and whether it’s a cold or allergies or paranoia-induced hypochondria, I don’t know. Either way, the timing sucks.
Later.
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