Sir, I hope you don’t mind that I have flisted you for the duration of the experiment. I am grinding away at a submission, but the manuscript turns out to need a number of fiddly little corrections.

Racing against an almost immediate deadline with a bad head and chest cold is not something I recommend. If I don’t take any medication for it, my eyes tear up and I can’t read for long, and if I do, I get groggy. Nevertheless, Deus volent, I should have something to send you before you shut down the MM address.