The norovirus eased enough for me to gain the energy I wanted to seriously prune my graphic novel collection, and four shopping bags worth, as well as four bags of "pamphlet" comics, are all set to go to a very eager 12-year-old when his mom picks them up in a couple of days. I feel like I really needed the exercise schlepping the bags downstairs (half today, the other half tomorrow), and it made me feel like I accomplished something on a Sunday when we need to quarantine to avoid passing on this ailment to others. If my intestines play nice, I'm going to try eating regular stuff again tomorrow (not that there's anything wrong with bananas, brown rice with mango, and glorious 647 rye toast) to prepare for Tuesday's feast, although I'm going to skip the all-purpose everything sauce:
Via BoingBoing.
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