Ever since I had the flu I have been strangely lacking in the urge to blog. Each day I think about blogging and decide I am still too weak and frail. A few times I gingerly pushed the blogging button and not only did nothing emerge, but the damned machine did not even make any protesting noises...nothing but eerie silence.
I have been coddling myself and telling myself that the need and desire (and the ability) will surely return, perhaps by tomorrow, but I fear that the antibiotics may have cured me of more than my fever and congestion........horrors..........could this be how it ends? Not even with a whimper, but with a cough and a sniffle? What a bummer.
The New Yorker covers: August 18, 1975
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