#Servicedog JULIAN dumped at #ClaytonCounty by his owner whose life he had saved numerous times. Will be killed by cruel heartstick "euthanasia" at one the worst #GA kill pounds. @weenywaney Know anybody who can help? Jonas Black offers FREE TRAINING to anyone who saves Julian.

Abbott is calling for an all hands on deck situation to deal with Texas screwworm signing an emergency order to speed up the production of sterile flies. Universities across the state will be involved.

1/ Long COVID is one of the most complex post-infectious syndromes ever studied. A new review in Nature Communications Medicine attempts to unify the biology. Here’s what’s established, what’s emerging, and what’s still speculative. 🧵

i hope the next global trend will be empathy and critical thinking.

In 2026 sickness had learned to hide in plain sight. Covid and the mystery strains that followed had quietly thinned out our immune systems until the old rules no longer applied. No more crashing fevers,no dramatic collapses, just these faint odd sudden physical sensations that slipped through the day while everyone insisted nothing was wrong. The house felt perfectly normal that morning. Sunlight pours through the windows while I sipped coffee. My husband hums in the kitchen scrolling on his phone. Our 5 y/o son giggles at something on his tablet. Everything is fine. Ordinary. Then out of nowhere my son sniffles once. A quick, casual sniff. “You okay, sweetie?” I ask. He blinks at me confused. “Yeah why?” No runny nose, no cough…nothing. He goes back to his show. By afternoon, my ears feel underwater with a faint pressure that throws my balance off with every step. Watery gunk forms at the corners of my eyes. I wipe it away and lie down for what I tell myself is just a quick rest. The exhaustion hits like a wave I did not see coming. When I wake my husband is in the hallway. He coughs once sharp and wet and clears his throat several times. “You feeling ok?” He shrugs already walking away. “I’m good. Probably pollen.” We visit my mother across town. She greets us with her usual smile, but midway through conversation her face changes. “I think I have developed type 2 diabetes. I keep dropping low,” she says quietly. “Blood sugar crashing for no reason. Yesterday I spaced out so badly I lost track of where I was for hours. Like the whole day had spun into another dimension. I had two separate realities going on at once.” She laughs it off a second later. “But I feel fine. Really...” Chills brush down her arms. She shivers then fans herself. Dizzy she says, but only in passing. When I press for more information she waves me away. “I’m not sick. None of us are. Stop worrying.” I look around the room at all their calm faces and then at my own reflection in the window. Everyone is moving through the day like nothing is wrong yet something inside of us is changing us. The world keeps spinning exactly as it should and that is what makes it so eerie. We are all carrying it. Nobody admits a thing or even realizes they have it. And in this perfect unbroken silence we have already lost the war against Covid and other emerging diseases without ever firing a single shot.