Amazingly, this virus is still hanging on. More amazingly, I still am showing no signs of infection. Some say it's genetic. Some say it's luck. I say it's years of hard livin' that have conditioned my gastrointestinal system to handle any foreign invaders. Sunday afternoon trips for Sliders? Coffee and Chili Cheese Fritos for breakfast? Those frozen Jose Ole mini fried tacos that looked like dog vomit on the inside? All training for this historical outbreak.
Cast iron stomach or not, I live in perpetual fear that my time will come.