Oh, my pain is beyond what any man should bear. I feel like my nose and head have been clogged with fried yucca. I can feel the trees bowing down to look in my window too laugh at my misery. I don't know what I did to them but I am sure it is justified. Not that any of this is anything more than impertinent to anybody else because mine is but a lonely life with this virus going through my blood stream as my only companion. Please send any kind of sympathy, I may not have long and I do not want to have the realization that no one cares before I go.