
A sweathouse.
That’s what this pandemic is.
A honkin’ huge hut of hot bodies sweating out the wait behind masks and sneeze guards.
Yes, there is a good reason for the mass mental perspiration, but…
It’s still a freaking sweathouse!
And for those also attired in straitjackets, restraint mitts or limb holders, the prescribed sweltering is particularly nasty.
Perhaps we of this class could shout start belting out “Ice, Ice, Baby” and freak out the sane kids?
Just a thought.
Until tomorrow…
Chloe