(still sick as a dog. can’t go into the office. can barely walk around. pretty m

(still sick as a dog. can’t go into the office. can barely walk around. pretty much drinking from my inhalers. managed to walk across the street for bottled water. bought some cookies. decided I didn’t need them. gave some of them to two workmen doing wall-repairs, who were surprised but pleased. gave the rest to the girls when I got home – who were surprised and pleased. then fell hard and fast back to bed. seems like I’m just catching a bunch of bugs in serial. plus I’m not crazy about our new neighborhood. its too far from the office, and doesn’t have nice yuppy coffee shops. but at least it’s out of downtown if the crisis goes like I think it will. right now i miss the west coast. not the predatory government that i hate with every fiber in me. but the people. the silly oblivious, naive, egoistic, ignorant americans and all the irrelevant nonsense that they talk about and do. all their selfish moronic status seeking. but you know, at least there aren’t tanks on the border, even if there are even more thugs in the streets.)