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Well, the “ick” I referenced in the previous post took me down viciously yesterday (Sunday), and I spent the afternoon in a bleary haze of grading, sneezing, coughing, wheezing, and general grumbling, not necessarily just in that order. That’s what the hubris of Saturday will do to you (hey…could be a good name for a band, Hubris of Saturday): you go on some errands with your spouse/partner early in the day, settle in for a few hours of work, write and schedule a post, more work, go off to have dinner with friends, have a good time, and then… yick. I taught class today in a Nyquil fog that, somehow, make the madness of King Lear seem like well-reasoned political discourse. Which it is, if you compare it to Fox News (ba-dum-BING).
In any case, I was disheartened by the fact that I didn’t make it to a post yesterday before I gave out. Probably better that way, actually, because I wouldn’t want to be held responsible for anything I wrote in the midst of that particular fog. And with that, as the night is wearing on and I’m really only part-way back-to-normal, I’ll sign off and hope for profound, or at least interesting, thoughts to share tomorrow.
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