is the WORST place to go if you’re basically healthy. I have acquired some form of cootie, and it’s messing with me in unimagined ways. Congestion, fever, all manner of schnotz, etc.

The dreams are the worst. I dreampt that I had been adopted by a sort of a luggage, only instead of feet it had tracks and a little air cooled 3 cylinder diesel. I rode it to a family reunion which was posh and pretentious, looking very much like a british garden party with big hats and nice dresses and men in suits. Unfortunately I only had a black shirt and a pair of somewhat the worse for wear buckskin time travelling trousers. The luggage, of course, was full of guns. All my relatives fussed at me for my dress but seemed pleased to see me. And then the potluck was served and everyone had brought Browns Chicken.

I like Browns Chicken, so I guess it was ok.