Pretty low-key weekend since I was sick with a cold, though West Wing Sunday: Princeton edition was another rousing success. Turns out that Strong Bad was sick as well. I think I caught my rhinovirus in New Haven, it came full on Friday morning, and I finally broke its will last night. I get the funkiest dreams when my body finally wins the war against sickness. Last night’s dream sequences included spiders crawling on my shoulders (how Ron of me, I know), an undertow current pulling me away, and weird combinations of my friends/acquaintances. But, I’m in full recovery mode now: I just played an IM Ultimate game (we won 7-3) and now I’m off to IM flag football.
Oh, and last night I made veggie lasagna for a dinner party that Miranda and I hosted. The lasagna turned out quite good–I guess all the time watching janeite make it helped!
L’Shana Tova!