{{{Sean}}} I know it's been horrific for you. I'm glad that there's some inkling of a light at the end of this very long tunnel.

In meme news, I appear to have either food poisoning or a stomach virus. I felt a bit queasy last night but wrote it off as too much sugar. I woke up this morning a little before 6 to get ready for work and felt downright wretched, but I soldiered through a shower and makeup and getting dressed and even got in my car and drove a few miles before I decided that it was not a good idea to go in. So I called work, came home, emailed in some sub plans, and crawled into bed. Slept until noon hoping to sleep it off, but I got sick as soon as I woke up. Now I'm curled in bed with saltines, ginger ale, and a bag. Lovely. I was supposed to have friends over tonight, but that has been postponed since I have a suspicion I won't move much or eat anything for a while.

At least it held off until after my birthday.

{{{Kristin}}} feel better soon

Health~ma for Kristin.

At least it held off until after my birthday.

What is it with health issues and birthdays? I was all congested last week, felt back to normal over the weekend when I was celebrating, and the day after my birthday it hit back again with full force.

I mean, I'm glad I felt good over the weekend, but this crap can go away any time. I'd love to have my voice back too. Please.

{{{Sean}}}

I just finished grading my students' quizzes from yesterday. Out of 20 points, about a third got between 15 and 20, another third got between 10 and 14, and another third got between 5 and 9. I'm trying to figure out what's going on with that last third. Am I not teaching the material well enough? Are they not studying enough? Are they not prepared enough for this class? (The material this semester builds on the material from last semester, and I have been seeing a bunch of errors with last semester's stuff.)

{{{Kristin}}} get well soon.

An amusing encounter in the grocery store last night - a woman came up and offered me her card - she's a psychic. Then I had to help her find the tea bags.

well, I found it amusing.

Toddson, if she'd had the tea to read she wouldn't need your help.

But shouldn't a psychic be able to find tea bags? considering that there were signs over the aisles - in English and Spanish! - to help out?

Her powers were second hand, or bought at an outlet mall.