I'm seriously contemplating missing class tonight due to my watery eyes, congested head, and inability to breathe quietly. If it weren't a one-meeting-a-week class, I wouldn't hesitate as much. I pause, however, because I'd hate to miss a week's worth of class, and we are starting to talk about Housekeeping tonight. I'm halfway through it, and Robinson is a wonderful writer. Her descriptions are lyrical and poetic, and she knows how to spin a tale.
I have yet to decide. I'll probably go home after work and see how I feel after I take the decongestant that I have lurking in my medicine cabinet. Right now, though, I find the thought of sitting through three hours--even if talking about such a beautiful book--unbearable. And we will be discussing the book next week too.