Today, after some grumbling from my kids accompanied by the ever present chorus of sniffling and hacking, we headed back to the school table runny-nosed and watery-eyed and rearing to go...back to bed that is. (There was no whip in my hand, but I thought we should at least make an attempt.) The Professor was particularly grumbly and grouchy so I told him, "Look, I know you don't feel great. I don't feel great either. My head feels like its packed with cotton and my ears have been ringing for days."
His response... Maybe you should get an unlisted number.