Tell me what could possibly be drearier than c-board from the Belnord Cafeteria?

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Today's achievements: coughing, sneezing, running a fever; reading a bunch of pulp and suspense fiction. Laundry. Admiring the flooding sepia-tone sunlight of this time of year. Concluding the last time I felt like this was quite possibly sixth grade, when I celebrated winter break with simultaneous mono and chicken pox. Holy blap.

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Gyah. Hope this is the briefest of illnesses. Hope the pulp is distracting.

Nine

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Hope this is the briefest of illnesses.

It's the same thing I've had since about the 29th of December—it just took until the new year to floruit, to mangle Latin as badly as anyone has since that started being used as a noun. It seems to be staying upper respiratory,

Hope the pulp is distracting.

The pulp was sufficiently distracting that I have ordered the next three volumes in the collected series. I'm reading Frederick Nebel's MacBride and Kennedy stories, originally published 1928–1936. I hope to write about them soon. They are slam-bang, tough-talking, two-fisted, occasionally rather politically dubious action, but they are also doing some unusual things. The character of Kennedy is a scene-stealer; I have the impression from the introduction to the first volume that he eventually ran off with the series as well.