Saw a sign the other day that made me think: Ohhhh, right. That thing. Are you kidding me? Of all years, are you kidding me?
It was a sign for flu shots.
Usually we start to think about the annual poke around the end of September, right? We see the signs, ignore them because the trees are green. Plenty of time! Then we put it off until we see newspapers run stories about how this will be a bad flu season, like they always do.
They never say, "Frankly, it's going to be a wonderful flu season! It's so mild that the worst case gives you a low-grade fever for 10 minutes, like the flush of first love. And since it's from pigs this year instead of ducks, it makes bacon taste better. Best of all, it's not very communicable. Doctors say it's hard to spread without getting a 4-quart blood transfusion from someone infected with the strain.
" 'And we do mean 4 quarts,' " said Dr. Garbonzolla of the Mayo Center for Stuff You Can Just Laugh Off. " 'Three quarts 11 ounces, that's not going to do it.'
"Doctors caution that they may be wrong about the severity, but note that this is unlikely, since they are doctors, and hence have a godlike faith in their own intellects and abilities."
No, it's never that. It's something nasty that percolated and brewed in livestock guts, hopped a slow boat or a fast plane, and starts the annual flu season, which runs from early September to late August. Then the old strain punches the clock and heads into the sunset, and the new one takes the next shift.
But this year? We have to have a new flu on top of the novel coronavirus. You might have some questions. (Please keep in mind that I do not know what I am talking about.)