Receptive Sicky Open Thread

I’m sick today. I’m lucky: even with a preschooler, a young school-aged kid and volunteering in an elementary school, I haven’t caught a really nasty bug for well over a year. The streak ends today.

Being sick reminds me that simply calling for everybody to be rational in discourse, period, isn’t going to do much good. Sickness, like exercise and diet and probably six other things I can’t think of, affects the way we think. OK, let me be particular: sickness affects the way I think, at least. I can listen to the radio and absorb what other people are saying, and with some effort I can read a book and absorb what other people are writing, but I am finding it very hard to generate my own thoughts today. It’s as if there are little fairies swarming around my head with ping pong paddles, swatting my thoughts down as they emerge from my noggin. Very adept little fairies they are, too.

And so it is that I find myself without anything to say today. Since I can listen (and read), I’d like to do that instead. I’d like to listen to you. Tell me what’s going on inside your own noggin, at least if you can get past the paddling fairies. I’ll do my best to read (and listen).