I haven’t even caught the thing yet, and I’m sick of it. I’m glad I had the booster last week, even though the new variants blow right through it. It might still make the difference between a bad date with Ms Rona and the full Captain Trips experience.

I’m one of those weirdos still getting around in public with a face mask, at least when indoors. I can understand why almost nobody else does, though. We’re all over it. Unfortunately, I got this whole collapsed lung thing going on, so it’s the devil’s facepants for me.

I suspect we’ll all be back in them before too long. The gubbermint seems to be not-so-quietly shitting itself over the winter wave. I read a projection of a thousand deaths a week coming soon, which is probably behind the new booster release.

Anyway, long story short, I’m over it. You’re over it. I wish we could go back to normal end-of-the-world programming.