Last night, my throat was sore. All my positive thoughts and wishes were not quite enough, and I woke up feeling wretched. So, I saw Jake off to work, called in sick to my own job and went back to bed for three hours. I've been up long enough to watch an episode of Buffy, drink some Honey Lemon Echenacea (not spelled right - spell check recommend Menaced. O-kay.) Ginger juice and eat some leftover Pad Thai.