I'm wiped. Work started at 1:30am today and went very badly, as badly as possible without anyone getting hurt.
So I REALLY want to sleep, but if I go home I will be overrun by little peepers. So that's a no-go. I'd love to blog, but that's at the back of the line behind washing, eating and sleeping. Oh, and making love to my wife. And playing with the kids.
It's not that I don't love y'all, tho.
One thing I did want to note is that it seems that the latest round of swine flu is dropping off the exponential curve that the truly Great Pandemics seem to follow. So, so far, 2009 does not equal 1918.
But...but. Let me remind you that as far as we know the 1918 pandemic followed a strange pattern. The spring flu season was extremely mild, although it was somewhat out of character due to its origin in the central U.S. and its timing in late spring rather than autumn and winter.
But that autumn the pale green horse returned and slew without mercy. The cytokine storms that typified this manifestation of the flu were the great killer of young and mature adults that made the 1918 outbreak so terrifying.
There is some uncertainty surrounding the pattern of the 1918 flu, but most sources seem to believe that the milder flu that passed that spring underwent some sort of genetic drift, a mutation or mutations, that made it so lethal in the fall and winter.
Our present flu has not yet had the chance to make this shift.
We may yet live to see whether it will or not.
(Oh, and h/t to Group News Blog, for the delightfully vile A. A. Milne parody)