I’ve spent this week in the trenches, registering students. This week is one of my most Dr. Catherine weeks of the year. My assistant Sharon and I have been in just about every classroom talking to students about summer and fall schedules.
As fate would have it, I decided to catch a cold this week, and this was one of those weeks that I could not miss, one of those true moments in my life when it’s gotta be me as the front man–er–woman.
Tomorrow I leave for Paradise Lost. Yeah, I’m coming to you San Antonio, with Kleenex and cold tablets, wearing a mask on the plane. I am still debating whether that’s the wisest idea, and if I wake up feeling worse, I may well change my mind. But right now I am willing to give it a whirl.
It’ll be an interesting experience. It may be the quietest writing retreat I ever have. My voice is definitely at low ebb. It’s also affecting my ears. I may have to be a creative pantomime to get my points across.
I’m looking forward to getting out of Iowa for a bit. The weather has been chilly, with a little bit of warmth. So some sun and toastiness will be great. I’ll see some old friends and meet some new, and hear some good feedback about the troll story from 2010 or so, which is in dire need of surgery.
So, if there’s no time to weigh in from Paradise Lost, you will hear from me again on Monday, when hopefully I’ll be less hoarse and more myself.
Have a great weekend.