So, I'm sick, right, and after a morning meeting I canceled my lectures and intended to spend the afternoon dozing/medicating with hot lemon+honey combos. This plan was rudely disrupted when around 2pm, mid-doze, I received a text from my stepmother announcing that she and my father would stop by this evening sometime before 7 and what could they bring me? "Lovely!" I responded! "How about some fruit!" and then spent 3 frantic hours removing 4 months of grime and dust from all horizontal vertical and diagonal surfaces.

Now, the anguished mystery asserts itself in my fevered cortex: WERE THE BANANAS WORTH IT.