The movers should be showing up soon, then they get to pack my stuff up (including Beast), and when I’m back home I’ll be crashing for a bit then going to my bank to see about things. And I’ll wish the best to Liz Danforth, who’s ailing a bit.
I need to get out. I need to meet people and to take care of things. But will society let me? Fat chance.
What with society as a whole having a tizzy about the latest round of chest colds of course I’m not going to get out. It’s like we’re all now a bunch of 4 year olds afflicted with a round of the sniffles and coughs with attendant bronchitis. Think bronchitis is a minor disease? Forget you. I have chronic bronchitis and it can be a peril to your life. So look up “bronchitis” and “bronchitis treatments” and start applying them already.