The other day I had a fever. It wasn’t Covid, according to numerous tests. I had recently come home from what turned out to be a string of (joyful and deeply satisfying) superspreader events.
Leaving the house these days is a superspreader event. Or a shooting. Given the options (and all the fun I’d had!), I was pleased.
My fever was accompanied by a fee…
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