Satellite’s been down.  So have I.  Sally is toppling as I write.  We both have the ‘cold’ from Hell and the satellite has somehow become misaligned.  So, we are just ‘making do’.  My transmissions are either mucous-based or misaligned.  Either way, communication is ‘spotty’.  Yuch!

We went to town to get this disease.  Can’t get sick on the island.  Too clean.  Too lovely.  We stay well here.  Gotta go to the city for this kind of assault.  I suspect that I contacted it in the bathroom of the BC Ferry.  They have all those little signs warning me of the transmission of plague and, despite washing my hands as instructed, I may have made the error of breathing while in there. ‘Course, it could have been anywhere – the restaurants, the hotel.  Any public place will do now. 

We have less resistance to the germ-pool these days, you see.  Our immunobodies have just had it so lax for so long that they are simply overwhelmed when immersed in the cauldron of disease that has become the modern urban environment.  We can’t hack it.  Trust me, I am hacking and hacking and not getting anything but the aforementioned phlegm.

We went to town a bit unplanned.  I knew I had to go but I just didn’t know exactly when until the planets aligned and it was time to go.  You know……an appointment, a person to see, something to purchase…….all this had to be arranged and when it came together, we just went.  I was going to contact all my friends but he was out of town.  So, we just went.
It is just as well we hadn’t arranged anything else.  As it was, I got busy.  Very busy.  Too boring to explain but I may be obliged to go back to the city again fairly soon.  I am not looking forward to it – staying in the city, I mean.  But it is nice to do a little work.  So, I am happy about that.

Anyway, the blog of happiness will resume tomorrow satellite and internal organs willing.  Allahu Akbar!