Strange Comfort

I'm still coughing. However, in my English-major nerdiness, I've decided to think of myself as a consumptive Victorian heroine languishing away in a dusty parlor somewhere. That somehow makes it more bearable. Other people's difficulties always have a tinge of romance, but your own rarely do. So the solution is to pretend you're someone else...

...and voila, a crisis suddenly becomes interesting.

Also, notable fact of the day: we have a higher temperature in Hillsdale than they do at home. Ha!