Attendance at Sunday's congregation was nearly halved by a particularly feverish attack of the dreaded swine flu among many of our peers.
(photo by Cottonwood Fields)In an attempt to contain outbreak, our feverish colleagues have been quarantined to the Bunker, under the altruistic care of Lydia Caulpepper, our newly appointed Company Nurse. With the public's best interest in mind, Lydia wishes to point out a disconcerting irony: all of our members who opted to get last year's flu shot have fallen prey to the H1N1 virus. Food for thought.
(photo by Heywood McGillicuddy)
But the Misanthrope Specialty Co. isn't one to just sit around idly in the face of a pandemic. The wheels keep turning. Once an interim Baliff and Secretary were appointed to fill in for our fallen bretheren, it was business as usual at Company Headquarters.
"Up Too Late" by the Misanthrope Specialty CompanyIt isn't unusual for unoficial or subsconscious themes to creep their way into an evening's session, so it's no surprise that so many images of illness, convalescence and even pigs turned up in much Sunday's yield.
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