Doesn't the heavy-handed reportage on (possibly) Deadly Viruses that (could) kill everyone! sometimes make you wish that there was more to it? I sometimes find myself rooting for the virus. Didn't the constant mention of how many hadn't died sound a little disappointed to you? Like a dare? I'm not wishing any deaths, mind you. But if you hear talk for weeks about how the prize fighter is really good, but probably won't win and he's really evil . . . you might want him to go all the way and be a Contender!
After hearing NPR's story on handwashing this morning I was trying to sing my ABCs at the sink and was shocked to find that I was shockingly rusty at it. I fell apart after Q. Now, I really do know my alphabet. However, the melody is only a crutch to memory if you have used both together in the past decade, which I have not. Scrambling on that shiny slope which is not knowing the alphabet :) I backpedalled. Wondering how far I could make it in French, I ran through the 26 letters in style -- and speedily. I've done the French version more recently, and we used a totally different chanted cadence that was still the bones of the process for my brain. Hallelujah!
Having recently kicked a virus/immune problem to the floor, I have decided to keep flooding myself with echinachea, B vitamins, and C. Why quit now? If the swine flu gets to Pittsburgh, I'll be ready. Bring it!
11 years ago
