Stiff. I am not talking of a drink. I am talkingof my neck. It feels stiff like a led pipe and it is not pleasant. Little hints of a head acke are lingering in the general vicinity and the hypochondriac is already thinking of ways in which the knots on my neck can actually be malignant growths intent upon destroying my joyous existence. At home working. It is going well. How to compress 100 years of history in one lecture and not simply talk about facts. The semester is coming to a close and it feels odd to have almost completed a whole period of teaching at my new school. It feels good, but of course there is always stress and this is I guess the main contributor to the neck stiffness. Anyhow, back to work. The greyness has to be used.