Believe it or not, despite my sickly reputation I don't get a lot of colds. Maybe one a year, on average. And it's been longer than that since I last had one. But now I do. The strange thing is, as miserable as I feel in some ways, I have this strange sensation that it's a good cold, one I needed to have. Some of that has to do with the fact that it has accompanied -- and was no doubt triggered by -- my resumption of teaching this week. If getting a cold were always the price I had to pay for securing the classes I want, I'd happily sign up. There's more than that to the sensation. For whatever reason, when I have a cold I actually get more logical and efficient in the actions I do take, even if I'm slowed down enough to scale back the work I can accomplish. It's like my mind and body cooperate for once, agreeing that, given the limited resources at their disposal, they will work in tandem, without raising needless objections or spurting off in wasteful tangents.

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