Thanks to Jessica in the office and that germ-infested toddler playground in Park Slope, I'm laid out with the nastiest cold in recent memory.

Sarah has all but quarantined me from anything that she or Asher touches. I'm thinking it's a futile gesture, but hoping it's not.

So, today, I'm sucking down orange juice (grimacing at every swallow), limping through some work, and taking long breaks in bed with a crappy old sci fi book.