A reader, wishing me a speedy recovery, said, "It's hard to imagine the flu gets out to that island of paradise." I don't know how it got out here, but once on the island, it spreads as if it were in a kindergarten classroom. We all live so close, and come into contact with each other so regularly -- at the Post Office, the stores, the churches, at public meetings, etc.
The stores are sold out of cough medicine. Some folks have developed phneumonia. I'm heading to the clinic this afternoon. But at least I'm beginning to think I won't die.