Not to be too cheeky, but my honest answer to this week's question is, well, this blog entry, because here's the thing:
I've been under the weather.
"Under the weather" is a puckish sort of phrase, isn't it? We employ it as a euphemism for the aches, pains, chills, spills, and feverish heavings our bodies seem to experience every now and then, but what if anything do these have to do with the weather? When I was in elementary school, one of the helpful devices my teacher used to teach us prepositions was ____ the desk, as in if we could fill the blank with a word, the word was more likely than not a preposition. As such, whenever I hear the phrase "under the weather," I picture some unfortunate lady or some unlucky lad crouched underneath a omega-shaped stormy cloud while in reality, they are probably crouched beside a omega-shaped porcelain basin.
I know the feeling.
The philosopher Arthur Schopenhauer believed, essentially, that we lived in the worst of all possible worlds, but there is an important distinction between pessimism and fatalism and as I spent a few years this weekend entirely discombobulated, my buoy in this rocky sea was that soon this will pass. And surely you'll agree with me that "soon this will pass" has a certain advantage over that other popular piece of comfort food wisdom: "it could be worse," if only because the latter forces the imagination to suddenly create ever-worsening scenarios and, if your imagination is anything like mine, this path leads to dragons.