I have been stuck at home for the past few days with the worst cold bug ever. I'm sure I caught it on the plane home from London-my mom says I always catch something on the plane-but I just can't seem to shake it. And it's raining and I've been holed up in my house for four days with only my cat for company. And while she's fantastic company, she's kind of...a cat. And after we've snuggled watching Oprah, snuggled playing on the computer, snuggled reading books, snuggled and napped, I feel like Currie and I need some space from each other, you know? I'm hoping tommorrow I'll be able to get up and go outside, go for a walk or something...I'm trying not to think about the work that's probably piled up on my desk...