january 2, 2001. Sadly, my last prediction about New Year's Eve was all too accurate: I got worse through the evening and fell asleep at 10:47, but not before making the Boy promise to wake me at midnight. When he did, I think I stayed awake for a good three seconds. Happy millenium. Yesterday was another day of sniffley yuckness, and I responded with 2 strategic rounds of aspirin & napping. We drove by the clinic on the slim hope that they'd be open on New Year's Day, but were denied. The Emergency room was full and I didn't think I was that important...so we just drove home, listening to the CBC's excellent 2001 space programming. Today I managed to lever myself off the couch long enough to get some fresh air. The library was dead, but at least I could get my photocopying done in peace. In fact, the campus is so deserted these days that when I caught sight of a campus cop on the way down, I had a brief giddy apprehension that he would demand to know my business. I hadn't realized that paranoia was a symptom of the common cold. The walk did me good, as one would expect of such a healthy enterprise. An added benefit of my illness was that the dizziness shortened the subjective experience; I was able to traverse long boring stretches of the climb without any of that troubling awareness I'm usually going on about. And speaking of dizziness...