Dear Ebola,
No one likes you. No one. And if I wasn't writing a blog about my kids, I would probably be using stronger language to express that, but I'm not going to do that here. Suffice it to say that you're kind of a jerk.
However, I've come to the decision that stewing over that single, unchangeable fact will do nothing to make the world a better place, or I a better father. No matter how deeply I sink into the mental quagmire of anger and anxiety that is the byproduct of your work, you'll still be going around acting like a jerk and getting people really sick and everyone else really anxious. So I'm not going to do that. My energy is much better spent on other things.
The kids will wash their hands when they come home from school or the playground. And so will I. And that's pretty much where my family stops thinking about you.
Just wanted to make sure we were clear about that.
Sincerely,
Me
PS- the same goes for your friend Enterovirus D-68
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