oh, hello, influenza. how nice of you to drop by for a spell. it had been so terribly long since we last met. but if you don’t mind, i think i’ll stay here in my chair, with my blanket and mug of hot tea, since what with the muscle weakness you brought with you i shuffle around the room like a little white haired old lady who left her walker in the other room. and that’s an embarassment i think best avoided.

oh, and you brought snow with you as well. delightful. have i mentioned how nice it was of you to stop by? do tell me you can’t stay long.