I’ve had a nasty cold for the past week or so. The first few days were bearable — just a very sore throat and head congestion. The sore throat is gone, and the congestion is now in my chest. And it hurts like hell, especially when I cough. I just want to go back to bed.
Thankfully, I only have to teach one class today. We’re going over two stories (“A Rose for Emily” by Faulkner and “The Yellow Wallpaper” by Gilman) that always generate a lot of discussion, so hopefully I’ll just have to guide them to make sure they hit all of the important stuff. I can endure an hour and twenty minutes.
[I just saw a commercial on NBC — they’re bringing Knight Rider back??]
I still can’t rest when I come home, though. I have to stop at the grocery store after school. When I come home, I have to prep for tomorrow (two different classes), and make dinner (new falafel recipe). Ugh.
Had an OK weekend. Went to our friend’s annual Burns Supper on Saturday. Within 15 minutes of arriving, I wanted to leave because I was surrounded by women who were either pregnant or just had a baby. While I was happy for (most of) them, it just drove me insane. We’ve been trying to decide for a while (years) when it would be a good time to have a baby. It seems that everyone else just does it without much thought. I know I’m generalizing here, and I’m sure they do think about it, but…fuck. Why is it so difficult for us to just do it?
Ugh. I’d better get back to work…