For the past seventy-two hours, I have known the plight of the zombie. A mild case of the bird flu ripped through the school recently, and damned me to the couch. The trickiest part was staying upright for as long as possible; it was the only method that contained the runaway coughing. Effective as the cough management technique was, it caused a huge problem when sleeping.

Which is where the zombie life comes on. When I did nod off, five minutes later I woke up again. So after the first day, I just quit trying to sleep. If I passed out watching Montel, that’s just how it was.

I’m feeling a little better today, and hope to be back at work on Thursday.