We went to meet with a pediatrician last night so as to have one ready for our feisty crotchfruit when it hatches, and I came home relieved that we found a great match in what seems like an extremely reliable and experienced pediatrician. I also came home with a whopping humongous cold. The back of my throat feels raw, and my sinuses feel battered. I got attacked by the cooties, yo! I feel like the ass end of crap, and all I want to do is sleep. I can't sleep when I keep day-dreaming about different projects, though. I am so happily distracted right now with the thought of putting together a wonky log cabin quilt a la Denyse Schmidt's Drunk Love in a Log Cabin that I've already started prepping the fabric.