Apparently such a thing is possible.
I have a lot of other blog posts waiting in the pipeline of my brain, but today I really needed to get this one out there.
Or: I’m Dreaming of a White Christmas (for real this time!)
It’s cold. Yes, that kinda goes without saying, but I said it, and I’m going to say it again: it’s cold. Because if you’ve never experienced a northern hemisphere winter you really have no idea of just how cold it gets…
So as you all know by now (hopefully), I am off to the Far East on Tuesday: namely, South Korea, to teach the young Koreans that fair language I call my mother tongue.
This is not meant to be an Afro-pessimistic article. Don’t call me a racist or a counter-revolutionary (heaven forbid). It’s about a very real concern I have as someone living in a country with a public health system that’s falling apart.
This morning I had one of my semi-annual appendix scares. A sharp, vertical pain on my right lower abdomen that felt rigid to the touch. Fortunately it soon passed, as all such scares tend to do. My appendix is still firmly attached to my insides.