And on the teaching front, those students who rose to the occasion are doing quite well. I have given them every opportunity to improve their arguments. I have gone the extra mile and then some and I am done. A bit gratified to see them improve, to dig in and do the work. One of my very best writers--slam dunk! And even when these students use some weird wording and Facebook phrasing--"After WWII Germany was declared the worst because of the Holocaust"--they have, somehow, grasped the rhythm of good writing and they are grappling with these difficult subjects. Good for them.
I feel better and better but then I feel worse. Yesterday evening I felt as bad as I've felt. This morning I feel better again. This virus plague lingers like nothing else in my recent history, maybe ever. Dale is on the mend and James is in the thick, poor thing. But yesterday we saw the sun and I cooked a delicate soup and the new flatware arrived and we are too cool for school.
I returned two of the uber fancy expensive impractical bras. And will have to go on the search for a tee-shirt bra. There is an essay in the current issue of Harper's all about the breast and the bra--"Miracles and Wonders." Men like our breasts. Men will NEVER know what we go through with because what agony over our breasts.
I need to get ready for class. It is very dark outside. Should be lightening up in twenty minutes or so.