Friday, April 04, 2008

Fish on Fridays

Last night, I dreamt of codfish. I dreamt that I was suffering from a strange, slowly-debilitating, mysterious disease. The only cure, I knew, was codfish. But the cod stocks in Newfoundland had been overfished, and, ultimately, there just would be no cure for me. I woke up slightly when Randal came in the room. But I pretended to be more half-asleep than I really was, as I felt guilty that I was allowing him to continue to believe I would someday be cured, when I knew perfectly well that, without cod, I would remain sick for always.

In completely unrelated news, I've been battling the flu for 10 days now. I've been having trouble sleeping*, mostly due to a very bad cough, and have had traces of a fever on one or two occasions. Oh, also à propos of nothing whatsoever, I just started reading Mark Kurlansky's fascinating book on the history and politics of codfishing called, fittingly enough, Cod.


* A state of affairs quite extraordinary for me, as those of you who went to library school or (especially) law school with me can attest.

3 comments:

Waterlily said...

Yes, it's true. All through your school years, you were amazingly resistant to all the germs that reduced your brothers to snivelling messes. Never caught a cold. You could have your primeval essence distilled, bottled, and sold to make a fortune!

julie said...

Well, I was referring to the couldn't-sleep part, as I was NOTORIOUS at grad school for being asleep during most of the lectures. And now my secret is out of the bag.

Ladyjutea said...

Such a poignant dream! Like a scene from a cod-related soap opera. I would think of an appropriate title for this heartwrenching piece of daytime drama, but alas, I have no head for puns.