Sitting this morning with a sore throat and feeling like I was swallowing around a persistent slug, I got to thinking about the virus I'm in all likelihood hosting (which I got from my sister, probably).

It's really hard for me to not be endeared to viruses. They remind me so much of home? They're fascinating.

And now there's one (or more?) in my body. It's strange to imagine my cells acting as replication factories, bursting for the mindless sake of these semi-living organisms. It's weird to think that parts of me are dying, but I'm not. Well I am, but that's a technicality.

I don't want them to die. They may not even be living, but I don't want them to die. They're just doing what they do. I'm doing what I do. I wish we could coexist, but that's not the nature of a virus. And that's definitely not in the nature of two warring virus-type entities.

So it's a war, then, and my life's at stake. That sounds terribly dramatic, but that's what it is. And it's awfully fascinating. I hope I live, I think I'll live, but it's still kind of sad that they'll have to go.