Today’s title is a literary reference. Bonus points to anyone who can guess what it is! And the reference is older than the urban dictionary, so that won’t help you.
Today I stopped in at school for ten minutes just to drop off the papers I’ve graded and pick up another stack that hasn’t been done yet. I’ve still got this head cold, and classes are over, so there’s no real need for me to be up there. My exams aren’t until next week. Hopefully I will be well by then.
And since all I’m doing in the meantime is grading papers… I can do that from home.
But while I was there I happened to see a colleague, who is also a friend of mine, whose first words when he saw me were, “You don’t look so good.” He had a bemused expression on his face, but then of course he quickly tried to backtrack by saying something about my not taking it the wrong way.
“Really,” I said, “no offense taken.” And I meant it. I still do, in fact. I look like hell today.
What I should have said is that the daily phenomenon which is my better-than-runway beauty could not possibly have prepared anyone for how I look with a head cold, and he shouldn’t feel bad about being unable to stop himself from telling me how awful I look today.
“How are you feeling?” he asked.
“I’ve been better.”
And then I came home.
So out of kindness — and perhaps also vanity — I have decided to spare you from a picture of myself today, even though it is the 13th of the month. Instead, my daughter has drawn a picture of me as a rêveuse, and you will have to settle for that.
It’s a much better likeness than what any camera could give us.
And just for grins, can you pick out the movie reference in the body of this post, too? I know, I’m full of them today.