Kids

Well, I’m not having any children, that’s flat. Having finally, maybe, achieved a level of maturity that would make me a good(ish) parent, I find I am now both too old and broken-backed for it; but I don’t want them anyway. (A few years ago, baby-sitting a certain precocious darling, I realized that if I had…

Measuring misery

Never mind that dramatic, emotionally wrought title: let’s talk about science. Specifically, let us consider how we may effectively communicate to one another, but especially to doctors, precisely how badly we are feeling as a result of winter illness. From your common cold to double pneumonia and the whole wondrous cornucopia of wracking joys between, I believe…