Post-Camp Blues

Computer access has been a bit dodgy lately, so I haven't written up my version of the Easter Camp yet.

Short form: I had a ball but I caught a cold.

As of this afternoon (Friday), I am still coughing up green stuff. I finally bit the bullet and made an appointment at the med centre, biked in, biked all the way across campus, found out that they'd moved to Registry, biked all the way back across campus (there are steep slopes and serious roadwork obstacles involved here - it ain't a picnic), got lost in Registry, found the reception eventually, was made to fill out a form (asked for a chair rather suddenly, as my legs went all wobbly), paid twenty-six dollars, and found myself in the office of a flutter-bug who kept shoving pamphlets at me and wouldn't listen. I get the impression that I was interrupting something of his that was important. Possibly a game of Computer Solitaire.

This was between a lesson with a private student whose philosophy when faced with a coughing, sneezing instructor is to squeeze every last bit of good out before I drop dead, and work which starts in about half an hour. Somewhere I'm going to have to stop and eat something, if I can convince myself to acquire an appetite.

I need a hug.