I'm finished with teaching that class to the baby librarians. It was fun, and I would do it again, now that we've got a syllabus and lesson plans and lectures and everything. But man, it took a lot out of me. How do people do it, those people who regularly work 60 hour weeks? First I got a cold that lasted for weeks, then an attractive cold sore, and now, for the big finish: eye herpes.
Yes, you read that correctly--eye herpes. It is a thing, and I have it. I know that there are lots of things more depressing than herpes of the eyeball, but I can't think of any of them right now. I had the cold sore (which is still kind of scabby and gross--you're welcome!), and then the cold sore migrated. And here we are. I should be taken out back and mercifully put down before my entire face disintegrates.
What's that, you no longer wish to discuss the rapid decay of my facial features? Very well. Though you wouldn't know it by looking at me, I am fresh back from a four-day weekend that was lots of fun. We went to a cabin in the woods with lots of friends and babies and dogs, and I ate and drank and lost and lost and lost and finally won at cornhole.
