Sickness

Monday December 30, 2025

I’ve been afflicted by some kind of island virus, likely karmic retribution for the actions of my imperialist ancestors. Lindsay and I got back late Saturday night, but my brain feels like it’s in a vice of congestion right now, so you’ll have to hear the Baha Mar review another time. (Suffice to say, we are not resort people, but glad we tried it once.)

Before you say anything, no, it was not the conch fritters, and you could still win 1,000 conch fritters by sharing this stupid newsletter.

I’ll make up for this lame Monday with a special New Year’s Day newsletter, so please don’t give up, new subscribers.