Disclaimer: I am sick. Very, very sick. I don’t know what kind of terrible illness is going around right now, but I have it, and have had it for the better part of the week. So I watched today’s game through a haze of blankets and cold medicine, occasionally getting up to tend to my kitty, who is also sick. Current status: keeping very still in a quiet room with the shades drawn like a pair of Brontë heroines.
Being sick is the worst. It sharpens unpleasant sensations—why won’t my neighbors oil that hinge in their gate, do they not hear its constant donkey bray?