Ahhh, we're back into sunset season here. The sun has swung back around to where it shines in the living room and throughout the apartment every evening. This makes it all glary on the tv which is probably a good thing. All they seem to talk about is the darn flu anyway. I've got a student who has been vacationing in Mexico for the last two weeks and is due to return tomorrow. All the people who work around him in the office have urged the boss to give him an extra week off at home because they won't feel comfortable with him in the office.
Yesterday morning, I saw people in the metro with masks. I couldn't help but roll my eyes since there are zero cases here in Montreal so far.
Serge though, he's really sick. With a really bad cold. I haven't seen him this noisy with the coughing ever. When it wakes me up I want to hate him for it, but then I refind my pity response and think, "poor little guy." Nonetheless, I told him to sleep on the sofa last night. And the hacking still woke me up clear away from the other room. Such is life in a sicky household.