Most Improvised Life readers know that Sally has been occupied lately with the serious illness of a close friend – namely, myself. Now recuperating, we’ve realized something about perfection: in the case of us human beings, it does not mean being super-human or doing everything exactly right. It simply means being normal. When you’ve been visited by the Death Eaters, nothing is more perfect than a cup of tea.
Among other things, Tom makes art out of microbes. His Studies on the Themes of Bacteria and Baceriophages (a virus that infects and replicates), are startling for the way they convey the hidden universe within us.
After I wrote Tom in detail of the furry little microscopic icosahedron called Coxsackievirus B3 that came very close to killing me, and which has laid me up for weeks, Tom cut to the chase:
That particular virus looks sinister with all the extra bells and whistles going on on the capsid. It is easy to see the possibilities of pandemic and nature could flip the switch whenever it wants to thin the species. Which might be past due?
Well, you will get your power back for sure, with some extra patience. Basic daily healthful equilibrium, generally boring and taken for granted, is now a state of thankfulness for me. Counting blessings here.
Do keep me posted. I maintain an ongoing “Journal of the Plague Year”. It is a long study.