Pretend.

Pretend. Pretend that you are not sick. That works until the next coughing fit.

Billy, who has also been sick was well enough to go for a walk and breakfast. He decided that I needed to go to the doctor to be sure that what I think is cold/sinus/laryngitis isn’t really cold/bronchitis/pneumonia. I don’t want to go, because, I don’t think I have anything that can be fixed. But, if someone cares enough to take me to the urgent care, the least I can do is go. Billy also pointed out that I am old and stuff like this can be serious for old people. 

But enough of this already. How about those Saffron Finches? Taken with Shamu II. And, I got a bird in flight. Not a great BIF. But, from a phone. Not too shabby. 

. . . 

Civilization, in fact, grows more and more maudlin and hysterical; especially under democracy it tends to degenerate into a mere combat of crazes; the whole aim of practical politics is to keep the populace alarmed (and hence clamorous to be led to safety) by menacing it with an endless series of hobgoblins, most of them imaginary. H.L. Menchen In Defense of Women (1918)