Sick Day

yesterday i took a sick day, that i richly deserved. anyone who hates their job and clocks in a fever over 100 gets a sick day, even if that is spent lying in bed, reading, listening to NPR, making yummy kosher desserts, and watching old movies. that is what sick days are for.

someone could start a small meth lab with the amount of cold medicine that is in my apartment, but i wouldn't suggest it because meth is scary. i also meant to blog about important things, like my sourdough starter, mentoring, academia (and how i miss it), immigration, the duke rape/sexual assault case, and a couple of other things of note. right now the only update i could possibly give you is that the i'm preoccupied about hosting a seder this evening (in the grand tradition of seder with as few jews as possible), my fever is down, and i'm back at work with way too much to do to justify blogging.

also, i'm escaping to my idyllic ancestral home this weekend, and living in the world of female love and ritual, which will probably not include blogging. so see you next week, when hopefully my life will be a little more settled.