BITS OF TID
People are sick at work but they keep coming anyway: DAMNED PLAGUE CARRIERS I had an apocalyptic dream last night that involved flame-filled streaming storm clouds, a huge, beautiful old wooden house full of lovely things that we were desperately hoping wouldn’t catch on fire, and only Bluepoppy and I and 2 of her dogs to keep the worst from happening. I woke up rather frantic. But later X’s song Burning House of Love would not stop chorusing in my head. Heh. Have found out that next year’s work trip to the Boston area might not be in April, but...