The Bird Flu

Alas, we all survived Thanksgiving dinner without coming down with a nasty case of the bird flu.

I have to say, I'm relieved.

No one else seemed particularly worried about contracting the deadly Avian influenza via their turkey dinners...and I can't for the life of me figure out why. Did you know that the WHO (World Health Organization) has asked for $31million to prepare for the possible pandemic this threatens to become? More than 300 Chinese are dead. This is something that concerns me. I wasn't really paying attention initially...until a coworker mentioned one day that he's obsessed with it. He hung up a NYT cartoon, displaying a crazed chicken strapped with eggs (bombs for poultry) and a sign that indicated he was spreading the bird flu in a gesture of holy war. I looked at him funny-- but I've been nervous ever since.

On that note, I have to point out that my coworkers are all a little strange. It concerns me because we spend an awful lot of time together, and I fear their neurosis are rubbing off on me. During that series of shark attacks in the late spring, my friend Valerie became so engrossed with the story, that she set her computer's wallpaper to an article photo of a beach where people were pointing and yelling in the direction of a small fin a hundred yards out. She began telling everyone that her mosquito bites were actually from sharks. Of course she was kidding....

Well anyway, no Avian influenza yet. And I have to say the turkey was pretty tasty. Even better was the nap that followed. Happy Turkey Day all-- now it's time to gear up for round two.

On to Christmikuh!!!