I’m quarantined at home with strep throat today. I’m missing work, something the doctor seemed very serious about. I’m also drudging through The Master and Margarita, which everyone said I’d love, and it’s fine but making me realized that the last time I got sucked into a book was awhile ago, and it scared me so I put it down and haven’t finished. French is daunting. I knew it would be, but now that I have the text, I keep thinking I should have stuck with Spanish. This is my second round of antibiotics this winter. I think I’m being re-infected by someone who doesn’t even want to be kissing me anyways.