Sat in front of the TV all afternoon reading the Sunday Times and being sick. The worst thing about being sick and whiny is when there’s no one around to hear you being sick and whiny. In between the echinacea pills and Ricola throat drops, the best thing is Schmio calling and us having a long non-conversation about the two of us being sick and whiny, and then a long, hot shower, and then going to “Mean Girls” at the Pavilion with Jeff. Jeff showed up in a green T-shirt and me in a green skirt, which of course means that we were meant to be. I feel a thousand and eighteen times better than when I woke up scratchy and croaky this morning.