After teaching on Tuesday, I was worried that I might be coming down with a cold, as my throat hurt a bit. Yesterday, that bad news was confirmed. Even though I didn’t feel horrible, a cold was clearly on its way. Last night, I realized that I didn’t have any Nyquil to help me sleep. Even worse, the decongestant I had in medicine cabinet was phenylephrine, the new crap they’ve been pushing instead of pseudoephedrine (Sudafed). So it wasn’t a good night. Today, I feel pretty miserable.

Sadly, I do need to go up to Boulder to teach. My students have a paper due, so I need to pick those up to stay on schedule. While I’m there, I might as well teach Pascal’s Wager as planned. At least I’ll be able to pick up some good drugs on my commute to Boulder.

Ugh, I hate hate hate being sick — and this cold is my second illness of the season.