NEWS FLASH– Entire Village Afflicted with Plague* and/or Double Plague**. Film at eleven.

* (Flu)
** (Walking pneumonia)

Hubby and I both came down with the same crud that Mama has. It came to visit during the night on Tuesday and decided to stay. I had fever, night sweats, clammy chills, and coughing. Fever in one ear was 101.9 and in the other 102.3 until I took aspirin. Doctor’s office is closed on Wednesdays (!!!) so we couldn’t get in until today, by which time Hubby was coughing and said he had awful body aches. We were all sent for lung X-rays to make sure we don’t have pneumonia. Crap!! Double crap!!

This is all the election’s fault. Mama caught this at the caucus when we went to the elementary school cafeteria and sat at the kids’ lunch tables. Then it snowed. Then she insisted I wait on her (“Bring me some oatmeal,” “Take away this bowl of oatmeal that I couldn’t eat,” “Fix my covers that I have just coughed all over,” “Sit on the foot of my bed and catch what I have.) So I caught it and was generous enough to share it with Hubster. Whee.

The dog is fine. Frisky and barking. Wants to know why we all moan and lie around all day.

Stay away from the coughing trio. Far, far away. Maybe the germs can’t travel through the wires.


Author: shalanna

Shalanna: rhymes with "Madonna" and "I wanna," and is not a soundalike with "Hosanna" or "Sha-Na-Na." Aging hippie with long hair, husband, elderly mother, and yappy Pomeranian. I've been writing since I could hold a crayon. I started with fiction, which Mama said was "lying." “Don’t tell stories,” she would admonish, in Southern vernacular. “That's all in your imagination!” When grownups said this, they were not approving. So, shamed, I stopped telling stories for a few years--rather, I stopped letting anyone read them. I'm married to a fellow computer nerd who doesn't really like hearing about writing, but who reads sf/fantasy and understands the creative drive. I'm actually a nonconformist/hippie still wearing bluejeans and drop earrings and the Alice-in-Wonderland hair with headbands and sandals. Favorite flavor is chocolate/orange, favorite color is either Dreamsicle orange (cantaloupe) or bubble-gum pink, favorite musical is either Bye Bye Birdie, Rocky Horror, or The Producers . . . wait, I also love The Music Man. Is this getting way too specific and irrelevant yet? Obvious why I don't sell a ton of flash fiction, isn't it? To define oneself, I always say, it is good to make a list. How about a booklist? Harper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird Frank and Ernestine Gilbreth, Cheaper by the Dozen C.S.Lewis, The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe (all the Narnia books) J.R.R.Tolkien,The Hobbit/LORD OF THE RINGS trilogy Gail Godwin, The Odd Woman F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby J. D. Salinger, Catcher in the Rye (before dismissing it, actually read it) George Orwell, 1984 Kurt Vonnegut, Cat's Cradle Donna Tartt, The Secret History Mark Twain, The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn James Allen, As A Man Thinketh Mark Winegardner, Elvis Presley Boulevard James Thurber, My Life and Hard Times The Wizard of Oz, L. Frank Baum Winnie-the-Pooh/House at Pooh Corner, A. A. Milne Peter Pan, J. M. Barrie The KJV and NIV Bible (each translation has its glories)

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