About three weeks ago, I was discharged from my local hospital after spending eleven days fighting influenza and double pneumonia. As a man with a muscular disability, akin to Muscular Dystrophy, I was blessed to have survived. Pneumonia can kill the elderly and disabled and does, plain and simple. Seven of those days in the hospital were spent unable to eat solid food and drink only minimal liquids, such as water and ginger ale. It was rough.
I am still in a phase of recovery and writing regularly is proving nigh impossible. Western Woes is still open for business, but the posts will be slow in coming.
Miserman is alive and, though not quite well, still pondering the mess that is becoming Western Civilization.