Fires, wars, fascists, now plague. Probably more that has slipped my mind. The decade continues its winning streak. A hypochondriac aunt is convinced she’s down with coronavirus in the States; every sniffle and sneeze here in Lahore is regarded with suspicion. Unfortunate, as in this smog season everyone, including myself, has a cold and a hacking cough.
I didn’t pay attention during the first few days of the reports of the virus so am still a bit surprised at all the fuss, and am most concerned about it affecting our plans in February, to head east. The GF flies through Shanghai and his flights are already looking like they might be cancelled, perhaps without recompense.
I read a very entertaining, though also very lightweight book, Yangsze Choo’s The Ghost Bride. A pleasant read, good characters, good love story, fun fantasy stuff. Enjoyed it thoroughly and have since obtained her newest book and learned that the first has been turned into a Netflix series which I might watch the first episode of.