Be reassured: I have not died of a horrible debilitating disease. I took a marvelous shower, sloughed off the stench, went to sleep, and had an incredible extended dream in which I was ditching all of my high school classes with Shiv, who was wearing a gorgeous cornflower-blue slip dress and running for student body president. For some reason, Mike was also ditching classes to bake about 30 pizzas in my oven for the Christian Youth Group he was mentoring. It was weird.