I was up at my parents' on Saturday for my father's surprise birthday party. Fun times were had by all--especially by me during poker (if only we played for real money!)--but I seem to have managed to pick up my father's cold while I was there. I slept very fitfully last night, and today I'm feeling very lazy. All I really want to do is eat chicken noodle soup. Instead, I'm going to be marking essays and coding blogs and reading de Beauvoir. Oh, and I may go out later to stock up on cold meds and soup.