I was feeling pretty good about my body's stoutness, after managing to weather what felt like a pretty bad virus. But now I see people far stouter than I looking really, really sick and, after a night of particularly brutal coughing, I find myself in a state of paranoia because my lymph nodes are huge and the inexplicable headache I had this earlier this week has returned in an entirely explicable form. Or is that just my anxiety speaking? I sure wish things would calm down for a bit so I could stabilize at least some of the sharply canted elements in my life. That classic line, "Stop the world, I want to get off!," has never felt more appropriate.