We’re Northern California fortunate.
We have the weather and topography,
and most are masked when that’s appropriate,
and many aren’t at extremity.
But lately some are ailing. I can see
the symptoms of infection in a guy
who works with us (we think he got too high
and ate himself unwell). My son confessed
to sniffles, languor, breathing gone awry
like allergy. We now await his test.


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