At first I thought I felt loopy because of jet lag, but now I’m starting to think I have the flu. Let me tell you that’s the last time I let a stranger cough into my mouth. Probably.

But instead of sitting here feeling sorry for myself, eating soup and drinking OJ, I think I’m going to pretend that it’s the 60s and I’m hanging out with David the Gnome listening to Pet Sounds on this wooden record player in his tree-root-adjacent opium den.

I like to think positive. It’s who I am.