Lots of coughing and sneezing but no writing

Getting knocked on my ass by the common cold is kind of humiliating, but there it is. For days now, I’ve been in the middle of a post about the new Broadway production of A Man for All Seasons, but everytime I sit down to finish it, my sinuses start throbbing and I get dizzy and forming cohesive sentences is just too much to handle. So eventually you’ll be seeing a post about the play and maybe also a post about Daniel Mendelsohn’s new essay collection, How Beautiful It Is and How Easily It Can Be Broken. But in the meantime, I’m going back to bed.

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