Walter Reed hospital as photographed at the height of the epidemic. This is a copyright free image.
You remember that part of school when the sun would shine in the window you'd be looking through and be snapped back to the classroom when the teacher announced it was time to pass the papers in to her?
Remember looking down in horror at the two-and-a-half sentences you'd written on Teddy Roosevelt?
Remember?
I've got that fever.
I called my doctor and she recommended standing in cold water and waving a stick at trout.
I asked her if that still worked when the rivers were covered in ice.
She suggested scotch.
They just don't give those medical degrees away, folks. You got to earn them.
Finished all the composition work on a "silver" draft this weekend. Now, some minor edits, some line edits, a little language choice alteration.
Almost there. Almost to having a "final" in paw.
If I don't die of fever.
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