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There is a chance that we could have at least as many dying from communicable diseases as we had dying from the tsunami.
The virus is moving quite substantially into new locations. My attention is pretty much equally divided between Europe, the southern Balkans and Black Sea area, Africa and south Asia.
Detecting and culling infected birds is still the key, and for that we have to compensate the owners of chicken whose flocks are killed. And we have to limit interaction between humans and birds, which is a huge challenge within an environment where people are used to living very close to their chickens.
This outbreak is moving ahead of efforts to control it.
The flu-casters would draw out the maps and keep people engaged at regular intervals. . . beaming it from the WHO bunker.
If there is delay in getting culling teams out, delay in any part of the chain, even weeks, that could have great implications for the virus to spread.
. . . there is no such thing as a charmed life, not for any of us, no matter where we live or how mindfully we attend to the tasks at hand. But there are charmed moments, all the time, in every life and in every day, if we are only awake enough to experience them when they come and wise enough to appreciate them.
We all want to know what went wrong, even when there isn't really an answer to that question.
Those undeserved joys which come uncalled and make us more pleased than grateful are they that sing.
When I am gone, my love, do not look for me in the places we used to go to together. Look for me in the places we always planned to go to together.