I’m just illin’ like Bob Dylan

Well, about two weeks ago I had the thought: “Perhaps it would be nice to be sick. Then I could take things easy, spend a few days weak and enthralled by movies, and finally do the things I can’t do healthy, like eat right and drink non-alcoholic beverages.” It took my body two weeks, because of a complicated bureaucracy involving my pancreas. Every time I swallow, I feel like I’m drinking vinegar. I have a woozy feeling which is totally indifferent to coffee. I was more or less an idiot in class; fortunately my students are smarter than me. I’m going to grade them for a while, then sit back, and enjoy the malaise.