This caught my eye - I had to share.



Viral attack slowly being defeated. Only the dead, coated soldiers being cleared, slowly by the winds of breath. The lungs infested by a web of sticky coated strands of repulsiveness. I wish I could stick a candy stick down my bronchi and with applied spin drag all sticky death out and straight into the bin. But TIME for ceremonial death , it seems, is part of the viral contract for surrender.

Outside the sun shines. If it were an Olympic sport then the sun outside my house would win. Over my head hangs umpteen assignments with imminent deadlines - and i am typing a blog. OK. I'm out. See ya.