Serves me right for writing a hilarious, incisive, scathing post way back in March about how fairy tales are apparently just as susceptible to runny noses as are the rest of us. Someone whined, it was taken down, blah and also blah. As penance for that witty bit of comedy sacrilege I got me some of that covid that's become all the rage lately.
Forgive me father for I sneezed on your family tree, but it's not like there was any good fruit left on it. Now if you'll excuse me it's time to return to being a statistic, laying here, staring at the same walls.
Just chilling. Or fevering. Or both. I haven't really made up my mind yet and I'm still kinda back and forth between the two.
So my friends, say a little prayer for me every 4-6 hours or as directed by a physician. The irony alone will be worth the gastrointestinal difficulties.
Mazel Tov