I feel like someone took my energy, stomped on it, kicked it in the stomach, and then ran away.

That'll teach me for doing heavy lifting and hauling when I'm technically sick.

Yup: I've got bronchitis. I just hope I didn't pass it along to anybody before I found out for sure.

My students are planning an end-of-class potluck for Thursday night. I know it may not really have anything to do with me (although I am invited. I checked.), given that I just happened to be put in charge of a great bunch of people, but I'm finding myself immensely flattered, nonetheless.

In the past, it's been rare that I find teaching quite this rewarding, so these moments are immensely valuable to me.