Another day, another test

Two years ago, I was out driving in the UK, stopping at the Newt in Somerset, and apparently at some Starbucks to expand on my (slightly embarrassing) collection of coffee mugs. The day before, I had flown across the North Sea reading Ian Flemming (which is probably even more embarrassing).

This morning, after another negative self-test, I went up to campus to teach for three hours, a decision that I come to slightly regret afterwards when feeling pretty miserable. If I am lucky, this is just something that quickly blows over and I will be able to return to the classroom tomorrow. If not, I would not be too surprised given how many people around me who have been sick recently.