So, to use a word that has become quintissentially infuriating recently to so many for no really discernable reason, one had the flu recently.
Which like war is a lot less of an experience than many accounts would have you believe.
Mainly it involves having a brain with the functionality of a sand-filled bobble-headed doll, wedded to the vitality and vigor of a mummified sloth.
There’s not very much interesting about any of it.
Thankfully I’ve progressed to mostly well again, with the odd outbreak of a marshy mucuousy wheeze briefly breaking into a chainsaw buzz death rattle. (I might have made the last bit up).
Thus ended quarantine.