I just took a walk with the Hot Canadian and it was seriously batshit lovely. Without all the menacing double-decker busses, and face-stabbing winds, Edinburgh's pretty nice.
Plus, there are big hills and old castles, both of which have seen much worse than the current fecalfest we're all stewing in.
That might not be much comfort since hills and buildings are mostly made of rocks, and rocks don't generally get diseases. And all the people who were around when those castles were built are dead now. Still, the sentiment sounds profound if you don't think about it too hard, so I'll ask that you repeat it to people and quote me when you say it.
See, you can find solace in things if you look for it.
The universe is all a big coordinated thing, right? There's a big grand plan or whatever?
I haven't believed in that for a long time, but then the other day, the Hot Canadian was looking at his phone and an ad for some sort of fitness app popped up... he looks at me and says "Hey how'd they get this picture of me?!" and turns his phone around so I can see it. At that exact moment, the ad switched from a picture of a bodybuilder to a picture of a hot dog.