Once again, Paul has been kind enough to share his cold with me. I guess that’s the price I pay for kissing him when he’s sick, but he’s just so darn irresistible. I’m feeling pretty lousy right now, and it’s appropriate that I bring you such a disgusting shrinky dink today. It looks remarkably like earwax or mucus come to life. With my luck I’ll have haunted dreams tonight in which I’ll be running away from half a dozen flan shouting apologies like, “I’m so sorry! I didn’t know that banana pudding last 4th of July was your distant cousin.”