Plague Ship

I stayed home from work with a industrial-sized headache and a raw, spiteful sore throat. Last weekend I spent 7.5 hours on an airliner with 300 or so other people. We exchanged our gasses far too many times. Probably the headache came from “Raucous Lady” and the sore throat from “Squalling Infant.” (not to say I spoke in crisp rhymed hexameters in my infancy) I could use a bowl of my grandma’s chicken soup right now but she’s a 146 years old and just wants to be left alone.

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