Posthuman Blues

For the past 48 hours or so, my body has been valiantly fending off a nasty cold virus. I've been acutely aware of its stages; first, the itch in the throat; then the sneezing; then the nasal leakage (arguably the worst part, especially when you're trying to edit manuscript galleys). Finally, the disturbing impression that my sinuses and brain have been packed with industrial epoxy.