This week was better since I made it to work every day which I know sounds like an obvious statement, but considering being in pain, depressed, and sick (along with the rest of my floor) it's something that was actually an achievement. At this point, out of 4 people in my immediate family, 3 of us are sick, which seems like an appropriate proportion for most of NYC judging by the subway and work.

It's not the flu, thank god, but some sort of nasty cold that's going around. Everyone is sneezing, coughing, and generally being miserable, and for the time of the year it's not unusual but every year and every virus is different. This one seems to be particularly virulent, and I'm sure bouncing back and forth from Manhattan to Brooklyn I've carried it there. You're welcome Brooklyn!

I'm not a Super Bowl person but I do feel bad for the people who will be there. Between the freezing cold and the viruses I'm sure will be carried into that stadium, good luck! I've got a space heater in my apartment, tissues by my side, and online ordering. It's all about the small comforts.