I’ve got three words for you: In, Flu, and Enza.
How was your weekend?
“Well I went to the death cafe. I feel like death, too.”
“I don’t know. The power went out. I’m sad.”
“A raccoon chewed through the power lines?”
Great. I don’t have much to say aside from pity me, please.
Nothing is happening this week because people are all sick. Ha. Help.