26 January 12020 is World Leprosy Day. And it’s a bleak gray Sunday here in Portland, or so I imagine, from the depths of my basement room. I see in the news that Mike Pompeo attaches some importance to knowing that Bangladesh is not the Ukraine—I’m glad he’s finally figured that out. Has he figured out yet that Tarzania is not Ruritania? I’m just asking. And the sun’s in Aquarius, which means that we’re likely to have a lot more gray rainy days here in my part of the world. I suppose it means the opposite for New Zealand. And I’m still coughing and feeling like crap—not in a good way, mind you—but I think I’m getting better. It’s small and incremental if so though.