My apartment currently looks like what most people expect a bachelor’s apartment to look like. It is in post-sickness disaster recovery mode right now. That means that I’ve picked up all of the sopping handkerchiefs and thrown away all the snotty tissue. I’ve yet to wash all of the sticky with dried orange juice dishes or throw out the toast rinds and coagulated chicken noodle soup. Clothes, blankets, socks are strewn about, a picture is awry because I bumped into it, and for some unknown reason, there is a pillow in the middle of the kitchen floor. I guess I know what I’m doing this weekend. That’s right. Coughing up phlegm that is so dense it sinks.