Woke up this morning in a swoon. No, not because Scarlett Johanssen was fixing me waffles in my kitchen wearing nothing but a Catholic schoolgirl uniform. I was swooning thanks to a fever. I was also out of sorts because I had been up most of the night coughing and mixing OTC medications. By the time the alarm went off at 0555, I was in no shape to go to work.

I slept, blissfully doped, until almost 1100. When I woke, my throat was raw from coughing and clearing my throat. Wifey and the baby went out to keep from having to listen to HAAKRKKAKKRRRKKKCACACCKKK!!! every five minutes. I spent the day doing as little as possible.