...explains my silence. Memewhile, I'd better post something.
There's a bug going around. Maybe it's not the common flu/cold and actually the latest version of covid they've cooked up at the biolabs. Variant X-15-Chi-Omega-Dandelion. Big Joe says everyone's getting it, and not just here in Montana. He's in regular contact with family in Minnesota and friends all over the country and this one is weird in its extraordinary simultaneousness. It was last weekend when 'boom!', from Missoula to Montgomery, the country got sick. “I think they put something in the air,” said Joe. I can believe it. I haven't studied it enough to go all-in with the chemtrail crowd, but to those who lean normie on this I'd say hey, if they're willingly poisoning our water (flouride, etc.), our food (glyphosate, etc.), our minds (the recent Grammy Awards-plus everything out of Hollywood), why wouldn't they willfully poison our air?
In any case, from Sunday afternoon to yesterday evening, I was MIA in body and mind. Headache; chills and sweats; joint pain; that heavy feeling in your neck and mouth, where no matter how much you try to brush it away, you feel like a sticky, warm film is covering your teeth. No motivation to do anything but stare at the fire and throw another log on, which was exhausting and put me back on the sofa for another two hours, to repeat again before the embers burnt out.
Lukas was kind and tried to offer me whatever he whipped up for meals, but I had no stomach for anything but the orange juice I bought at 2am Monday morning when I made a supermarket run for Tylenol. The store-brand OJ was more expensive than Disney’s Donald Duck OJ, but I refuse to support the satanists who've taken over that once semi-wholesome corporation.
At some point I was planning to poke fun at Lukas' 5,000 calories per half-day diet, but with his regimen of lotsa sleep, lotsa exercise, and daily 1.6 truckloads of foodstuffs, he's laughing at this midwinter bug. It might help he's young.
I've been working on a couple longer pieces, but lacking the will to think, let alone move fingers over the keyboard, I'll have to again go into the recent-meme archive and entertain you with pictures.
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