My graduate student who is studying in Ecuador this summer has apparently gone and caught herself a mean stomach bug. And so, perhaps in solidarity, I managed to catch one right here in Urbana. This means I spent the day in bed with ginger ale and saltines--just like when I was little. Except, that is, for the stacks of textbook pages I lugged in there with me, and the laptop that burned through three batteries while I hunted around for up-to-date examples.
Deadlines and stomach bugs. I think I found a new example for the section on metaphors.
[edited to add: if my editor or--more likely--my coauthor reads this, i'm just kidding about the last bit.]