14 October 2005

Flannel's revenge.

All that talk of comfy pajamas has apparently landed me in the land of nothing but. I had to miss the reading last night due to a wicked, nasty cold and terrible cough. Drat!

I guess it's the overachiever in me that gets all agitated when under the weather. Yesterday I cackled through my two morning classes, then went home for the rest of the day, allegedly to rest. But apparently sending emails about various administrative matters isn't actually restful. In the meantime I am freaking out about my book manuscript, which I got a lot of comments on recently (though the gist from this particular person with an aesthetic very different from my own was that it's not good enough to be published as is). I'm not sure if that feedback is useful or not.

I'm also in the midst of writing my Modern American Poetry course syllabus for next semester, so between sneezes and sips of diet 7UP Plus I am reading through a bunch of potential texts. It's funny how easily I can remember my own 400 level Mod Po class from undergrad, and I am very tempted to put at least one of my beloved David Perkins books on the syllabus. Am I the only one nostalgic for certain textbooks?

If those books were here at home right now, maybe I'd put them in the bed with me as I embark on a day of nonstop student poem annotation. I used to think it was nutty having a bed in my studio/office, but on days like this it makes perfect sense.

This morning Gabi determined that I didn't have a cold, but that my finger hurt, and that's why I felt so crappy. If only it were that easy. I suppose a Care Bear band-aid wouldn't hurt, though I'm not sure it would cover my entire head.


5 comments:

Byf said...

You've motivated me to perfect my BronchiBand-Aid. Hope you feel better soon. I'm off now to have oral surgery. Watch for some interesting Vicodin-induced posts later.

Wmajh,
Byf

Penultimatina said...

Oh dear. Happy oral surgery to you, Byf! I will stop complaining now...

Your little ubnenn,

Phys

femme feral said...

A bed in the office? Genius!

Frank said...

Hang in there like a kitten on a poster!

P. J. said...

When I had this very same cold a month ago, I made my way through 10 cans of soup with various types of fowl, hens, and game birds in them, mixed up with all sorts of rices and/or noodles. I figured, by the time I could force myself to eat that much soup, I'd be all better.

Get some rest, O Shoo, and feel better.