Phil! Gang! Kenny was such a legend. I dunno about you but the gambler is probably one of my fave songs. How are you? What’s been going on? How are you coping with the end of days? I’m not dead- that I promise. Bored yes, dead no. I disappeared down the rabbit warren of trying to work, keep my medical appointments up, survive the insane bushfire season and was just starting to feel a little cocky- then BAM, a freaking pandemic. At this stage, I’d love some friends to hit me with a stick. Or anything actually. As it is- we’re just FaceTiming dinner, sunsets, banal and beautiful stuff like dew drops on spider webs and watching Way way way too much Netflix. Bonus is I’m getting fat. Like good and proper podge. Dunno about you, but that’s a good thing. Means I’ll survive rationing for a bit longer. Too early? Is it too early for jokes. Probably yes. But you know what? I reckon us cancer kin have two secret weapons, humour and experience. We’ve faced this sort of stuff before- like we’re the oracles of apocalypse- we’ve totally bunkered down away from people, we’ve had to go without certain foods or meds, we’ve faced mortality head on. We’ve had to limit visitors, been unable to take public transport. The list goes on and on. I’m feeling quite chipper considering. By the way, sorry I disappeared for a bit- no excuses, just needed to step out. Sure you know the feeling!
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