I had such plans, such grand plans for today. We’re on spring break, and I am 100% caught up on my grading, so I have no obligations hanging over me. I had a list in my head:
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Pancakes!
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A little writing, off and on, on my big super secret project.
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Build a model airplane. My daughter got me one as a souvenir of her trip to Japan, and my first thought was, “I haven’t built one of these since I was a teenager, 30 years ago”…and then I had to recalculate. 40 years ago. 40. So I was going to aggressively regress to a spotty gangling teen nerd today.
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Cosmos on the TV tonight!
Doesn’t that sound relaxing? But no, instead I have come down with the Mother of All Colds, and I am hacking and weezing and got little sleep and am feeling miserable.
So plans…revised.
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Sit.
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Ooze slime from cranial orifices.
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Hot tea.
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Archer season 4 on NetFlix.
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Hope I’m conscious for Cosmos.
Thst’ll have to do. Maybe later this week I’ll have my party, belatedly, once I finish destroying this virus.