Driving Sick

Courtney and I spent the long weekend in Boston. She interviewed for two post-docs and I chauffeured. For those of you who have never had the pleasure of driving in Boston, I have only this advice: know someone there with a keen sense of direction, and have your cell phone charged. Like many cities, Boston has a beltway that circles the city, with a series of spokes that extend into the city center like a wheel. Except that in this case, the wheel has been damaged in a fire, or possibly the apocalypse. Major roads do not go in the correct directions, intersections become "rotaries," and signage is plentiful, but incorrect. 2A in particular has a nasty habit of appearing and disappearing at random, materializing along various vectors determined by a set of arcane and ancient Masonic laws.

Marc did what I think in the industry is referred to as a "solid" and stayed on the phone with me for the better part of an hour as I traversed Cambridge in search of Courtney's hotel on Friday. Thanks, Marc. I'll get you back one of these days.

Saturday we spent with Marc, Stephanie, Katie, and Rob, doing our usual thing. Many thanks to your hospitality, gang. We'll be back again before you know it. And we both apologize profusely if any of you come down with a crippling disease in the next few days.

Courtney and I returned each with massive head colds. We spent Monday lounging around her apartment in pajamas and moaning, which is not nearly as exciting as it sounds. Today I'm at work, although I probably shouldn't be. She's about a day ahead and feeling a little better, so maybe we're almost out of the woods. Bleagh.

Update: Apparently the woods have tonsillitis. So does Courtney.