The shadow always knows l Chuck's World
Last updated 1/30/2019 at Noon
The virus crept into our household on little cat feet, slipping through half-closed doors and imperfect barricades, although I should note that no cats were involved. Our cat is fine. I was employing a poetic metaphor.
But this was sneaky. An itchy throat, a stray sneeze, a sudden spell of coughing. It happens, especially in the winter. No one was particularly surprised. We’ve all had colds.
Just a cold. My wife and I have passed around our different takes on it for over a week now, although my son seems immune. The cat, as I said, is fine.
All it meant was that my wife canceled a few...