I don’t want to overstate how busy/crazed I am right now, but this thought occurred to me this morning. See, I am at that stage you all know, where you feel a sickness coming on: your throat begins to feel raw, you suddenly find the tissues are running out more quickly, and there is the edge of ache in your head. And like most days, my Thursday and Friday are stacked like a tower with level after level of things I’ve committed to and mean everything to what I’m doing. So after the initial, “I should really get back in bed” thought and then the mental flipping through of all the things that I simply could not skip today (the work that doesn’t pay me if I don’t go, the workshop in Eastern Queens that is imperative for a project I’m doing, the planning meetings with my cooperating teachers which mean the difference between being prepared and being humiliated in classes I teach and TA), that’s when the thought popped into my head: I’ll simply have to schedule getting sick for this weekend.
I’ve penciled that in for Friday at 5.