Friday, December 3, 2004

Your part of town might be different, gentle reader, but a sizable majority in my neck of the woods sports a nasty cough and sniffles these days. When you work in a company of a dozen, half of whom are under the weather, it doesn’t take too many guesses to predict who’s next on the list. Heck, I just came back from the bank and multiple patrons and employees were snorting snot as if it were a contest, a trial of will and phlegm in which everyone loses.

For some odd reason, until today I thought I received a flu shot this year. Did this delusion prevent me from catching any colds? Have I perfected a kind of psychosomatic treatment? I’m standing on the verge of sickness right now, so I’ve got to give myself another imaginary flu shot. All I have to do is believe, right? Come here and give me a hug. Actually, don’t.