A poem for my current predicament:
A mighty creature is the germ,
Though smaller than the pachyderm.
His customary dwelling place
Is deep within the human race.
His childish pride he often pleases
By giving people strange diseases.
Do you, my poppet, feel infirm?
You probably contain a germ.
– Ogden Nash.
I’ll be blogging at a more normal pace once my own germ decides to surrender.
The Dish 