This is not your average cold. No, this is a kick-you-in-the-back-until-you-fall-down-then-sit-on-your-chest kind-of cold.
It's a very good thing I called in sick today, since I am still running a fever. I slept in, then packed my sweaty-and-shivering-self in the car to run some unavoidable errands. Happily, in the course of those errands I found a large fake plastic fish.
After a grocery store stop to get more juice, I packed up for the week and headed back up to Mountain Town. Fever or not, I need to go back to school tomorrow. I've got a show this week and there is nothing worthwhile I can leave for a sub to do with my Humanities class. That's one of the less-mentioned downsides to teaching classes without textbooks - it's next to impossible to come up with plans at the last minute that a substitute can execute. Can I trust just anybody to teach my students about Hellenism? I think not!
What I didn't buy but should have is a giant bottle of Lysol spray. I need to disinfect all of the props. There's too many sick people about this time of year, and the cast is sharing (and fake-drinking from) 75 plastic mugs. Ew.
On the plus side, the sight of my blanched, shivering, hacking self at rehearsal tomorrow should add credence to the lecture I gave the cast about not making out with each other. As I said, there's too many sick people about.
P.S. Does that imply that I'm involved in the making out? Because no. Really, really, really, no. Ew.