Thirty-five more papers to grade. Some symptoms have eased up, but my voice is totally gone, and periodically I cough so hard I think my eyes will pop out. I’m feeling very nostalgic for the cold a year ago that I was able to nurse with Six Feet Under episodes.
On to the papers. You may wish to start a pool on how long it takes for me to move from the hot-lemonade mix to straight whisky.