Well, I turned in that final exam, felt a moment of exhilaration and promptly got sicker than a dog.  Except I don’t really know how sick a dog can get, so I was a mere approximation of a sick dog.  I made it through the King Christmas, with multiple families complete with tiny little kids at my house for dinner and was grateful for the approaching blizzard which sent them all home earlier than usual.  Sunday I never got out of bed except to take the dog out when she demanded.  Monday I worked from 6-9 p.m. but was barely functional.  Today I am hoping to get more done, though I won’t go far without my bottle of water and box of tissue.

Appears I am a typical student, waiting till break to let the stress of the semester manifest itself in a common cold.