Mind over matter.

I am trying to convince myself that I am not, will not, cannot, be getting sick. E started not feeling well yesterday. I implemented the forehead-only kissing rule. Hopefully I am not already infected with whatever scratchy throat/headachy/cloudy-head thing it is that he has.

With 11 days until my race, I really don't have time for any sickness.

One other unrelated thing. Did you know that cats don't have a sweet tooth? I guess that explains why Simba has never jumped on the counter to steal some cookies, the way certain dogs in my past did.