Sick day
I dragged myself out of bed to let you know that I’m sick. It’s probably just a cold, but colds hit me much harder than you’d expect. Not me, though. By now, I expect it.
Concordia’s spring break – humorously called “Reading Week” in either optimism or denial – is underway and I have no sessions to teach next week. I hope to slam “72 Virgins” like a – well, er, uh, something or someone that can be slammed.

rofl!
The best part is when you talk to fellow students about Spring Break and they keep correcting you with, seriously, “Reading Week”. And I look at them. And wonder.