Everybody's So Ferocious

A Meandering thought about Getting a Cold, David French, Modern Love, And a Lot of Bellyaching

Super sorry not to have written anything over the last three days. I succumbed to Matt’s cold (which he doesn’t even have anymore) and also—in a haze of congestion and mental fog—hammered out parts of a long draft about David French for CRJ. I’m hoping to have it polished up by the end of the week, along with all the stuff I didn’t do while lying flat i…