So I drove over there in the middle of the night in this torrential windstorm (can you call a windstorm torrential?) to pick her up, asked my husband to email my students for me to cancel class (how funny! he wrote it like he was me! but we don’t sound anything alike!), and collapsed about 2:30 a.m.
This is not conducive to getting well.
I worry that my poor students’ song lyric papers are perpetually stuck without me, like a record skipping... Maybe not. Maybe my students are just relieved to get a little bit of break themselves. I hope they’re enjoying it more than I am!