I have a cold. This is an unpleasant fact, but it is one I have to accept. Of course, I’m looking for any silver lining that I can. That’s why I’m telling myself that I have Michael Chabon’s cold.
After all, it is within the realm of possibility. Michael Chabon was coming down with a cold when he did the reading for Telegraph Avenue last Friday at Tattered Cover Lodo. I did shake his hand in the signing line. I wasn’t sick before that…but by Tuesday night I was. There is a chance that I have Michael Chabon’s cold.
For me, that at least would be a little better. I mean, if I can’t have Michael Chabon’s talent, or his literary success, I could at least have his cold. It would be better than just a run of the mill cold, right? It certainly would not be a common cold, right?
Granted, it is far more likely that I simply picked this cold up from someone I know. I do know a few other people who have been sick, and I’m sure it will go away in a day or two anyway. Still, for the moment, I’m just going to decide that I have Michael Chabon’s cold. Things are more interesting that way.