Possibly, they get more virulent as time goes on.
Oddly, other things are just less useful or important.
All I know is that my humors have me by the tail and are swinging me around like some damned alley cat. And all I can do is hiss, claw, swipe the air.
And I don't even have any more snow to throw off the roof. Maybe I'll start working on the street.....
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