How I hate the common cold

B (who from here on out shall be the University Administrator) reported that she’s singularly unsexy today, recovering, as she is, from a cold.  She wouldn’t cancel, but I did.  We rescheduled for Monday.  Too bad.

In our first chat, I had told her a tale in which I would pick her up in a car for “lunch,” and an hour later, she’d return to work all tousle-haired.  The fantasy was more elaborate and detailed….  But we were headed toward fulfilling the fantasy today, when she got sick.

Monday feels a long way off.

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