My week started out rough. I passed out, injuring both my left eye and my poor glasses, and ended up missing my Monday class because, clearly, I had to make sure I hadn’t also dislocated my brain. I still managed to finish my readings for the rest of my classes with my one good eye, making sure to keep an ice pack on the other.
Okay, so we left off at the end of last week with me getting ready to get back in the ring, dukes up, ready for round two.
Well, I also got my butt kicked in round 2.
I started the week frantically trying to finish the world’s densest book on Hispanic intellectual history ever written and finished it by dragging my worn and battered body to my parents’ house, so I could get good food and a chance to wallow.