I think I'm finally getting over this flu/cold thing that has plagued me this past week. After missing a couple of days of work last week, I'm now just down to a sporadic cough. Speaking of my missed work last week, I spent a lot of my time in bed, well sleeping, but also reading Harry Potter. I decided to read the whole series this summer, because why not? I got the complete set of books from Danny for my birthday (a very suitable birthday gift for a 30-year-old) and it has been ages since I read them. Anyway, I found that a fever + reading Harry Potter all day + cold medicine = psychedelic Harry Potter dreams. Seriously, I spent a lot of time flying on broomsticks in my dreams last week, weird. Also, because of my lack of feeling well, cooking dinner has been nonexistent for longer than I want to admit. I have come to accept the fact that eating out a lot does come with the territory of both Danny and myself working; however, I...