I am sick.  I caught something - either on the petri dish subway, in my petri dish office, or in the petri dish doctor's office waiting room when I went in without a sore throat on Monday.  Gross.  Gross.

But I have to fly to North Carolina on Friday so I am pounding juice, soup and vitamin C in hopes that I will magically wake up fabulous tomorrow.

There's always room for a miracle.