My husband is sick. My daughter is sick. I’ve got that tickle in the back of my throat that indicates that I’m next. But seriously, it’s 2 days until June. Why are we still getting colds?

Although, admittedly, I live in California where, with this drought, we didn’t really have a winter, so in fact, there was no good time to get sick.

I’d love to tie this in to writing, like, “Don’t write things that jar people out of the story, like getting colds at the end of May. Even though it happens all the time, people will stop and think about it and pull them out of the story.”

Except, you know, whatever. I’m tired and the baby’s sniffling sadly in my lap, so I’m going to go.

Be healthy!