The Norovirus is what people locally call “stomach flu” isn’t flu. It’s a gastrointestinal virus and I won’t get into the icky details, but trust me, it’s no fun at all. It is also highly contagious. It doesn’t kill anyone, but it can make you wish you had a hole into which you can crawl. Which is what i’m doing.
I only got out of bed because I figured I needed to put my body in a different position, but I’m getting ready to go back to bed.
The thing about this virus is that you become contagious often weeks before you get sick. It is carried by touch so beware of … well … everything. Cooking is a great way to pass it around. Being a virus, there’s no cure for it. There are no drugs that will make it go away.
Stay home. Don’t pass it around if you have a choice. Drink a lot of liquid, eat rice and toast and don’t forget some homemade chicken soup. Have a banana for dessert.
They have started closing entire schools because this races through classrooms and it’s a real bummer having the whole family sick for the holidays.
It ain’t gonna kill you, but it can really ruin your day.
In bed. Hope I’ll be more human tomorrow.
Gazing out of her bedroom window, she nothing that each feeder had two or three squirrels clinging to it and there were more of them on the deck and on the railing.
Still got an appetite
Square and starving squirrel
They get hungry too
Squirrel just holding on to the feeder cage
Catching a breath of air and a few seeds
Hanging on with sharp little claws
“This,” she said to herself, “Is ridiculous. How many of them ARE there?” She opened the window and yelled out the window, but the squirrels ignored her. They didn’t even twitch a tail.
So, barefoot and lacking eyeglasses, she trundled to the kitchen, opened the back door and yelled at the squirrels. There was a wild reaction as squirrels appeared from behind the rails, under the rails, under the deck, on and atop the feeders … and it turns out there were half a dozen chipmunks there, too.
One big one, the biggest, fattest, most hostile of the squirrel gang stood his ground. She finally opened the door and tried pushing him off the railing. That was when the cadre of apparently karate-trained squirrels came at her from every direction.
Only white bones were left on the deck, left for the sun to whiten and the heat of next summer to bleach. Alas, there will be no one to contract with the gutter installers on Friday.
The manager has been consumed by squirrels.