Chicken Soup for the End of the World
The Friday Cookbook embraces some curative comforts.
Hold up. Wait a minute.
You mean to tell me we’re still planning on having a cold and flu season this year?Well, I’m going to be completely honest with you: I don’t agree with that at all.
We’ve spent the last seven months cancelling everything else, I don’t see why we should be having a cold and flu season. Seat’s taken, viruses. We’ve got enough to deal with right now, and if you want to have a season of your own, you can find a gym in Orlando to have it in, just like the NBA did.
The last thing I need is something else that can feed my hypochondria by giving me more symptoms from the same vague set as The Really Bad Thing. It’s hard enough differentiating already. I mean… slight cough? I live in one of the worst allergy regions of the country. General fatigue? I have two kids, a full-time job and a writing career. Mild digestive distress? [gestures to the last seven months of Friday newsletters]
These things aren’t unique.
I’ve been observing all the protocols we’ve come to accept as …