When I was growing up, whenever one of us got sick in a general infectious way, my Selma, Alabama-born mom said we had a case of the epizootics.
I’ve been thinking about this word, epizootics, seeing as how I have had a case of them since Saturday. As long as I lie perfectly still, I’m just fine, but when I get up, it’s like shaking a bottle of Sprite. Anyway, during the long periods I have been lying perfectly still, I got curious about whether my mom had made up the epizootics or whether it is a real thing.
In a word, yesandno. Here’s a fine exploration of the whole issue. Do you think there’s going to come a time when every single thing a person could ever wonder about will be fully explored somewhere on the Internet?
And I’ve decided that epizootics are plural, like grits. My grits are always plural, and so are my epizootics.
In this current state of mine, stockinette doesn’t shake the Sprite bottle too much, but moss stitch is a killer.
Hope you’re having an uncarbonated weekend.
PS Fellow Nashvillian Angela lists her top 10 brushes with fame–go tell her yours here and you might win a puhrize.