And then I walked through the Lincoln Tunnel.

Tonight is poker night, and I have to go sit in traffic to make it there on time, so this will have to be short.

I’ve gone and gotten sick. This is not surprising, given the frequency of illness in my office and my germ monkeys, I mean, nephews. I was worried this morning that taking DayQuil would make me all fuzzy-headed and that my work would suffer. But a few weeks ago, Kate quoted a letter she had read in an advice column about some girl who was bored of her corporate drone job and was thinking about going to law school. A reader wrote in with the following: “Please tell that girl not to go to law school. I am a lawyer. The law is simultaneously the most mind-numbing and stressful job you can have.” Too true, too true.

Anyway, being fuzzy-headed did not impede my ability to do my job. Actually it was good I was addled, because I didn’t have time to think about being bored. So there you have it.

Unfortunately, I doubt the DayQuil will be helpful in poker. I’ll just have to hope the guys get a head start on the beer.