I think you mean The Great Influenza. The Great Mortality was about the Black Death.

Le oops. You're quite right. I picked up the wrong book from the floor next to the bed.

I can do you a good line of recommendations in poisons, too.

A year after a given strain hits your immune system, its surviving descendants are very likely to be completely unrecognizable as far as your antibodies are concerned.

I had a very nasty flu (doc's couldn't identify it, so it must've been a new one) just before my sophomore year in college. I didn't catch another flu for at least 6 years after that and I know I was exposed plenty. Even in the last couple of years, when I've been surrouded by sickies I've sometimes felt tired and achey for a day and then felt fine after that. I think my antibodies are pretty good at the recognition thing.

Of course this means something like the 1918 influenza would turn me into a puddle of white cell goo.

Yup -- the one plague in history where being outside the 20-40-and-healthy demographic was a plus.

IIRC, the second wave of Black Death in 1361 hit the teen-30 population worse than the next older group, which was a big difference from the 1347 inital outbreak. After that, the occasional outbreaks seemed to hit new populations that hadn't been born during the prior outbreak the worst.

But...NO. I like it fresh and painfully tart.

Mmmm... me too.

We usually have a relish and a cooked sauce made with cranberries, port, and various spices.

Last year I got a killer cranberry sauce recipe off LJ: it calls for fresh ginger and oranges. OMG so good. I'm never making straight cranberry sauce again.

My brother-the-doctor was on NPR a couple of months ago, talking about avian flu. He wasn't optimistic.

The BBC will tell you how smart you are -- scroll over to the right and down.

So far I'm a lot better at geography than at history, but not that good at either.

Oh fun. I just got to call 911. Over a girlfight apparently going on below me. Not sure at all what is/was going on, but when there are "get out of my house" and thumps that disturb neighbors not above them, that's what I do.

There is a section of wrought iron lyingon the grass. What else am I supposed to do?

That's not the good sort of exciting, sara. Want me to come over and break it up?

I'm better at French than geo or hist. Ironically -- my three worst high school subjects. And I did quite decently at the French quiz.

I'm scared to take a quiz in something I was good at.

Sure! Cops came rather promptly (I'm used to being put on hold and then 45+ minutes, but this time I got 3 whole cops, including a woman!) and got to hear that the deadbolt was supposedly jammed and so the cops mocked each other into jumping onto the balcony.

I'm just wondering, can I go to bed yet? And..not wondering, but I should really move.