News on the fly

...A dispatch from bewilderness

While scientists find new but tentative evidence of life on a distant planet, we delve into news on the fly. Rather, news of a fly. Rather news of a guilt-ridden killer who tried to revive a swatted fly.

There’s also news on writing from the Conscious Poets Collective, not to be confused, it seems, with the Unconscious Poets Collective.

In post-apocalyptic drama news and streaming on screens everywhere, an ophiocordyceps fungus, akin to the real-life one that ghoulishly takes over the bodies of ants, mutates to infest humans, then turns civilization into a global mushroom farm.

Other than that? Well, there’s the most embarrassing thing I did this week. You may guess it was spinach in my teeth? No, it was lack of same. No spinach in my teeth. Then, you ask, what was the problem?

The problem was just after I parked at the blood lab, I checked my mouth in the car mirror, then checked into the lab with a long string of dental floss dangling from both sides of my mouth.

The receptionist looked at me strangely, yet with an almost palpable effort to adapt the impassive, unperturbed look recommended in the Employee Handbook.

Also in the news this week: One of the kindest men in the world died while the richest man in the world kept steadfastly starving the poorest kids in the world while also removing life-saving drugs. This will cause thousands of kids and their moms and dads plus their brothers and sisters to die. At the direction, of the U.S. government.

And me? I’m trying to handle the shock, the chaos, the fear and the floss. Fyi, evidently, when I’m not using floss as directed, I can use it to slice boiled eggs, cheesecake or Brie. It's also a perfect way to divide a cake into layers, according to Condé Nast's Epicurious website. Which was once a client of mine.