A bit of levity in the H1N1 worry, from Ken Layne at True/Slant:

I kept a safe distance of six or eight feet behind each shopping party, and when an obese woman began coughing I abandoned my cart and sprinted away. I wanted to yell, Why are you trying to kill me? But then my mouth would be open, and the death germs could fly right in like the Millennium Falcon flew into the Death Star.

He offered this bit of pandemic news earlier.

And he seems to have left his family:



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