Rory and I both are finishing this week a little under the weather. Her under-the-weather is nothing that a little extra sleep, her pink bathrobe, and an iPad can't fix. My under-the-weather involved a trip to the doctor this morning and an ulcer in my throat. It's just about as fun as it sounds. The doctor's official recommendations were rest, fluids, and don't talk.
That sounds kind of like an introvert's dream, right?