possibly I exaggerate slightly

Three of us at the same desk island at work have The Cold. I suggested that we should put up a sign saying, LORD, HAVE MERCY ON US, or some other suitable plague warning, which got laughs, and then coughs.

The weather continues beautiful.

Second Eurovision Song Contest semifinal was entertaining: I particularly liked Serbia and Portugal, though only Serbia got through, alas.

Had got about a quarter around the hand-stitched binding of my current quilt project when I decided that the thread colour I was using really didn't work. So I unpicked it and started again with a different colour. The new colour looks much better, which to some extent consoles me for having got quarter of the way round the first time before realising that it really wasn't working.

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In Time of Pestilence

Adieu, farewell earth's bliss!
This world uncertain is:
Fond are life's lustful joys,
Death proves them all but toys.
None from his darts can fly;
I am sick, I must die —
Lord, have mercy on us!

Rich men, trust not in wealth,
Gold cannot buy you health;
Physic himself must fade;
All things to end are made;
The plague full swift goes by;
I am sick, I must die —
Lord, have mercy on us!

Beauty is but a flower
Which wrinkles will devour;
Brightness falls from the air;
Queens have died young and fair;
Dust hath closed Helen's eye;
I am sick, I must die —
Lord, have mercy on us!

Strength stoops unto the grave,
Worms feed on Hector brave;
Swords may not fight with fate;
Earth still holds ope her gate;
Come, come! the bells do cry;
I am sick, I must die —
Lord, have mercy on us!

Wit with his wantonness
Tasteth death's bitterness;
Hell's executioner
Hath no ears for to hear
What vain art can reply;
I am sick, I must die —
Lord, have mercy on us!

Haste therefore each degree
To welcome destiny;
Heaven is our heritage,
Earth but a player's stage.
Mount we unto the sky;
I am sick, I must die —
Lord, have mercy on us!

-- Thomas Nashe