I spent this weekend alternately celebrating joyous occasions with my family and trying to fight an oncoming cold. I timed the doses of preventive medicine so that I would be able to sleep during the night and be relatively coherent during the day and dinner hours. (I did, however, keep driving to a minimum, just as a precaution.)

Tomorrow, it's back to work, in the Building of 1 Million Germs.

I hope the bathroom hasn't run out of paper towels.