It’s Sunday afternoon and nothing too bad has happened. My 15-year-old son just coughed onto my girlfriend’s plate of food. That was magic. Currently I’m the only one not sick. Both kids, my girlfriend, and several of the people I work with are ill. I alone stand tall in a sea of germs.
Alas, that won’t last forever. I am typically the last one to fall ill. I’m sure even as I write this there are insurgent pathogens blowing up my white cells.
Enjoy the 3!