So writes The Husband, home today so that at least one of us can see the Hallowe'en parade that Clara's school has scheduled at exactly the time I am to be teaching The Satanic Verses. A breeze? Really. I am left wondering if it is something in my personality that makes it seem like a stress-inducing heptathlon of pee, diapers, and clingy goodbyes on our more usual days when drop-off is my job. ie Am I just a big neurotic freak? Possibly.
Certainly the vision of myself in the college's bathroom mirror this morning (first look in the mirror today) suggests something unstable: that totally bloodshot right eye is a problem, though apt for Hallowe'en.
This is also day 6 of a low grade fever and cough that makes the bronchioli up behind my shoulders hurt.
Maybe I have pneumonia and can check myself into a hospital for a few days rest? Mmm. That sounds nice.