Dark Four In Cascadia

Daily notes from a plague winter


November 8th

Another day with this cold. It's a little better, or maybe it's worse. Depends on if you're measuring sniffles or headache. If it's worse in the morning I'll go in for a test. I don't like doctors' offices because that's where all the sick people are. At least that's what dear old Dad used to say. Dear old Dad didn't live to be that old though. Maybe it's because he was afraid of hospitals. Anyway if I feel worse tomorrow then I'll go in for a test. I feel well enough to make braised oxtails for dinner. And at least we have a President.