As were my friend and his wife, and they still report that they feel like six miles of bad road. The frau and I received our results this morning from Thursday’s tests, and we are golden, but this was a useful nudge against complacency—one had been tempted to dine indoors at commercial establishments again—and incentive to see about the second booster sooner rather than later. Left unresolved is whether we attend an outdoor wedding in the Southland (the daughter of the guy who introduced us back in the sixties) at the end of the month.

If my immune system is going to require a covid refresher course two or three times a year going forward, I’m cool with that.

cordially,

I have never been to the Florida branch. In my distant experience of the original faciity in Anaheim CA, it seems to work best if one is: a child (1957, 1965); accompanied by a child for a sort of “contact high” (third-party anecdata); in an induced state of childlike receptiveness via recreational hallucinogenics (half a dozen occasions between 1969 and 1971). On my last visit, at about this time forty-nine years ago, none of these circumstances or conditions obtained, and the facility did not charm on that occasion. A week? Jesus. Obviously I’m not going to get on a plane to go shoot you, but if you know of any affordable contract killers in your area or in Orlando, I’ll see what I can arrange.

in sympathy,