Jul 5
12 min read
My wife Laura and I were planning on a quiet New Years Eve. No parties, just dinner with our best friends Megan and Mark. It turned out to be even quieter than we suspected. Laura came down with flu-like symptoms, and though she gutted it out through dinner, at 10:30pm she took some Nyquil and went to bed. In the meantime, Mark was a mess. He’d just come back from a business trip on the West Coast on the red eye, then foolishly gone off to watch football with some buddies earlier in the day instead of napping…
