Translation: I have a cold in my nose.
I've been sick for a week now*, which partly explains the silence and/or bad writing around these here parts. And the Pastry Pirate may be stopping through tomorrow night on her way to her next adventure. And then on Wednesday, it's dinner with Job Candidate #3 (yeah, we're doing a search and I'm excited -- yeah, new hire!). So forgive me (and don't worry) if nothing new pops up here for a few days.
But then I want to do the "Why Do I Teach ______" meme that New Kid tagged me for, and that was inspired by Dr. Crazy's posting on why she teaches literature. I think I have things to say that haven't already been said, especially since New Kid specifically tagged people who study pre-modern subjects.
OK, now to go give my nasal passages a saline wash. TMI, huh? Sorry.
*Btw, I blame the 2007 Boston Marathon. Until then I got sick maybe once every 2 1/2 years, and then for only a couple of days. But I ran that damn thing with the tail end of a cold, and then came out of it and its freakin' Nor'Easter with a worse sinus infection thing that made my teeth hurt, too. And now I get sick if someone around just says the word "sick," I swear.
Monday, January 28, 2008
I hab a code in my node
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3 comments:
Ummm...I hate to bring up the passage of time, but I myself had never noticed that I HAD a lower back until I was 42.
--CP
Sh, Viragos don't age! They just get stronger! :)
Oh, and as for lower backs, I've already noticed mine and I'm still only 38. Damn.
Yoga. Seriously, yoga. I'm 20 years older than Dr. V and a year of doing yoga, mostly at home with TV or DVD leaders, has probably saved my life.
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