Once upon a time we had a school nurse who said February vacation was necessary not so families could escape to DisneyWorld and not because teachers needed a break but because the school needed a breather from viruses.
Honestly. It’s like working in a Petri dish. Great way to make a living. And a breeding ground. For not-so-secret, viral agents. Double Oh 7 days to recover, typically.
So, as I sit here trying to balance my bowling-ball head, hacking up phlegm, feeling the scratch and the not-so-funny tickle of a throat in the throes, I can’t help but think random thoughts. Maybe they will distract me.
- Can anyone believe today is the last day of January?
- And that Monday ushers in the good, the bad, and the ugly of February?
- The good: Super Bowl Sunday (relax, splurge on the food, and berate the commercials).
- The bad: Valentine’s Day (a fraudulent date where you’re told to show your love–or else–and, like a lemming, do just that).
- The ugly: Snowfall typically reaches its peak expression. In the Boston area last winter, its peak expression was around 12 feet 4 inches above my snow shovel.
- Is it me, or does Ted Cruz look like a sleazy undertaker in a suit? Very. Creepy.
- My independent reading has reached a polar pace, but that’s faster than my exercise regime (which today consists of typing).
- Does anyone else think the professional tennis betting scandal is but the tip of the iceberg? Throwing a match (game, point) is just too easy.
- Listening to: Daniil Trifonov’s Chopin Variations by Rachmaninoff.
- But it will never match my all-time favorite Rachmaninoff — the Vespers, as sung by Robert Shaw Festival Singers. Write to it, sleep to it, weep to it. It’ll understand, even if it speaks Russian and you don’t.
- I could use a freak, sunny day in the 70s along about now. I’d be a turtle in the sun. I’d even shell out for one, if it could be bought.
- Comfort foods in winter conspire against us. But what a pleasure the conspiracy is!
- Something I don’t get: All the Jane Austen fans. Really?
- A year ago I made a big push on cleaning out the books. But the Empire Strikes Back every time. Once again, the books are winning the war and the bookshelves are going undercover.
- Hey, reality TV ratings will be in from Iowa and New Hampshire sooner rather than later. Who gets voted off the island? I suspect Rand Paul, Chris “Macy’s Parade Balloon” Christie, Doc-in-the-Headlights Carson, and that guy hanging around Hillary and Bernie. The one who works for 3M, maybe.
- Lazy man’s supper: Pancakes and maple syrup with New England Pats of butter.
- Speaking of, the best team won last week in the Patriots-Bronco game. Everyone’s saying Broncos-Panthers will be a blow-out, though. I hope not. I can only stand watching one Cam Newton self-congratulatory dance, thank you. Egos. They’re a dime a dozen.
- Did I mention Ted Cruz and funeral homes already?
- No snow days so far. All together now: Hold your breath!
- Looking forward to No. 5 in the My Struggle series, coming out in April (at least in the States). Karl Ove’s navel-gazing is fascinating stuff, for some reason.
- At the UConn Dairy Bar recently, I was behind a student who bought a large bowl of ice cream and instead of taking it to a table, held it up, took out her cellphone, and photographed it. I’m sure it was on a social network site before she even sat down. Hashtag Who Cares, kid! (And yes, it’s come to this–people photographing their food before eating it.)
- My poetic output of late is nil. Nil! “Write about that,” the experts would say. Write about nothing? But that’s what I’ve been doing! All too well!
- Groundhog Day is but two away. Stupid “holiday.” Great movie, as B-grade movies go.
- Does anyone else take their birth month personally?
- Prediction: If Bernie burns Hillary in both Iowa and New Hampshire, a Democratic Dark Horse will begin to make noises in the stable. Uncle Joe’s Stable.
- Watching a college basketball team with potential and potential only = maddening. Repeat after me: It’s only a game, it’s only a game.
- Anyone ready for March roaring in like a lion (or however the hell it likes) early? I thought so.
If you got this far, congrats. Have a good week, friends…