Plague has struck

I mustered up enough energy to make it to Columbia for a meeting yesterday but felt so wiped out after it that I was wondering how on earth I was going to manage to teach.  And then last night around 10:00 my daughter’s school—about a two and a half hour drive away from our house—called to say she was sick too and to come get her.  They’ve had about sixty out of a little over two hundred students sent home, so that probably even does qualify as actual plague.  :)

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!