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Cold dark day. We had a meeting over at the dialysis clinic, several blocks away through chilly needles of rain whipped into my face by the wind. Good meeting, and all, but this is really a day that I'd rather stay inside. At least my office is warmer than usual.

curiousangel is home today with a cold. I just called and he sounds awful - tired and hoarse. Poor guy. In a couple of hours I'll go home and make him some hot chocolate. I'll also continue to hope against hope that I've escaped infection. It seems unlikely, given that we share a bed, but

wcg recently came down with Norwalk-type symptoms shortly after a visit with me, and I didn't catch it.

I took a 1000mg Vitamin C pill before work - I know that rigorous research hasn't shown any link between Vitamin C and colds, but I've sworn by high doses of C as a preventive measure ever since I managed to get through my entire internship interview season without a single cold. I'm also going to try to be extra-diligent with general immune boosters like exercise, relaxation, sufficient sleep, and healthy food. If I'm really a good girl, maybe I'll stay well.

In utterly shocking news, the little West Wing fanfiction vignette I wrote a few months back has been nominated for an award. "Outstanding Characterization of CJ." I'm sure it won't make it to the second round, or anything, but jeez.

I'm more than ready for the weekend. I sure hope it doesn't snow.