This is my fifth day of being sick. I will not be going to Mississippi to visit my sister after all, on account of this unchartable virus. I’m on the viral roller coaster. Don’t know what will happen next. Rather sick of it.
I’m guessing it’s some sort of flu, on account of the aches and pains and general length of illness. McKinley was sick for a full seven days, so hopefully I’m on the tail end of it, too. I mean, Christ, I’d better be! If it is a flu, then it’s not the worst flu I’ve ever had, in that I’m able to move about at least. My energy hasn’t been totally sapped. I haven’t had the flu in years, though, so I guess I’m grateful (?).
I tried to make some art today, and I feel like throwing that into the fire. Maybe I’ll finish up my short story instead. Or maybe not.
So, in my story I need to have an old house name. Pick your favorite.