This flu thing–it frightens me. I live in a major population center. I’m already at war with my immune system. I have reason to be scared, a little.
But I won’t let people manipulate and exploit that fear, mine or anyone else’s. (No, not even you and your prosciutto monopoly, Rick.) This is too important and the consequences too great, both the consequences of panic and the consequences of feeling safe when we’re not.
So I read a little news and explanation, from reliable sources. I avoid speculation, my own and other people’s. I’m ruthless, perhaps even vicious, with rumors and misinformation. And when I’m threatening to think about it all too much, I sing a little Squirrel Nut Zippers to cut through the tension, albeit not as well as these folks.
There’s a full moon howling at the night….