Pathogen season! Do you remember the Monthy Python sketch about the British army in the Raj or wherever, where soldiers kept showing up in the infirmary tent with arms or legs missing, and the officers were worried about a virus until the doctor explained to them that no, a virus was too small to take off your leg, and this was likely to be something larger, like a tiger? Precisely that. Not precisely. I’m getting better and nothing bit me. The blood orange sorbet that we were saving for times of trial pleased the throat going down, but it also confused the shit out of my hypothalamus and caused me to shiver around J. for a half hour. This film, I thought, is not being correctly cranked.