I Prefer The Ravioli

Being sick in public causes me serious anxiety. I spend all of church trying to plan a gracious decline for the greeting of peace. Do I hold up my used tissue? Er...hi. Um. Peace. Don't touch me.
My weekend was all about convalescing, my only friends: hot water and fudge. (They're sick now, too.) Came back to work on Monday all craggy-voiced with a totally legit reason for missing the Sunday afternoon Holiday Party. Yessssss.
Tidbits:

• There is a slut outside my window: Hoar frost!
• Only now regaining my sense of smell, simultaneously discovering that any frozen lunch option purporting to be Santa Fe inspired may get you banned from the communal microwave.
• Read my first comic book last night by the light of a minivan on my way to Hinckley to perform for a company called Airgas. You will never guess what they sell. Oh. You did. Well done, you.
• Design blogs give me a reason to go on with this crazy relationship I call Internet Use.