A Jeep In Summer

Faint Heart Never Won Fair Lady

I figure if I blog every couple of days you won't forget about me. I write, therefore I am? Hmm.

This weekend will be much more low key than last. Which is good. Can't handle constant entertaining. And I'll get to sleep in my own bed. Instead of the couch. Do tons of studying. About epidemic diseases, starting with the 1918 influenza. Watched a PBS video on it today, and one of the things that they brought up near the end is how noone really remembers it. Like America kind of forgot all these people died because it was too painful. It is just not in our collective memory. I'd never heard about it before I started doing the prep for this course.

The population segment that it liked was people who were 21-29. Other ages died too, of course, but it went for the people who were, in many ways, the healthiest.

Could it happen again? One of the last statements, near the end, was: "The more we learn about the flu virus, the more we think it could happen again.

W. is watching the middle of _Braveheart_. Lonely lonely bagpipes.

My bed is littered with clothes from this morning's and this evening's attempts to avoid a wardrobe malfunction. I'm not sure I have succeeded. Oh, dressing to impress is such a crock. I'd like to just have a few pants and shirts of black, life would be easier, I wouldn't always have this crisis of choice.

Gotta go. Time for dinner.