Goals

I abandoned my ambition of being done with tonight's class grading. I prepped my class. Coughed. Fought the fever. And then I went to work. For a while, it was ok. I did my show. Explained how to construct an argument. Quizzed the students on conjugaisons and prepositions. And then I had to admit it: the fever was back, I was shivering, hurting, and the only thing I could care about what this: bed, blankets, quiet. So I let the students leave 20 minutes before the class was over. It still means I taught a 3-hour class. I take pride in this. But after 3 hours, there were still 35 minutes to go. But I couldn't.

If you look for me tomorrow, there's a distinct chance I'll be attempting to grade for Friday's class. But there's also a possibility that I'll be in bed. We'll see!

Ps: it's a cold. Nothing serious. Just plain uncomfortable. You know, you just want to whine and sleep, while being very aware that you're slightly being a baby.