Just some things that happened yesterday.

I washed my hands many times yesterday, but it wasn't enough to prevent me and Sasha from exchanging bodily fluids, and for me to get mildly sick. Sasha loves to slobber. When examining a book or a toy, he furrows his brow and blows out his cheeks, as if to say, "This object puzzles me!" He sends a jet of saliva, which I wipe.

How it happened: On Sunday, Marina and Mohsen were worried that neither of them would be back in time to pick Sasha up from day care the next day, so they called to see if either of us could do it. Since I'm not working right now, I stepped forward. He was good natured throughout. We played and read, and he slept on my shoulder as we sat at the window. I put him down and even had time to read a chapter or two from A Room With a View, which I'm reading for the first time, and which I like.

Upon her return, Marina, seeing that her cherished moonbeam was A-Okay, was effusively grateful as a new parent is wont to be. She served me a dinner of rice, beef and beans. Hooman was there too, dropping by on the way home from work to fetch me, so we all sat down together and ate. Marina told Mohsen on the phone that everything went "perfectly," which makes me think they were worried that Sasha would be upset. But he hadn't been.

Once home, I got a headache, so I ate some energy bars and drank tea with sugar and milk, thinking I was going through a sugar low. Hooman ate his homemade bread with chunks of cheese and sundried tomatoes, and he made me tiny sandwiches that he insisted I eat, even though I didn't want any. While we snacked, we finished watching part II of John Adams, because the U.S. presidential election is around the corner and the candidates are constantly harking back to the tenets of "our great founding fathers," making you curious about what those are. I was knitting at the time, but I put my knitting down because I thought it was causing my headache to get worse.

After the movie, Hooman went off to do email and I watched a nature documentary about fig wasps, followed by a news analysis of Sarah Palin on PBS, who I'm obsessed with now. But I fell asleep during the news programme even though it was only half past ten, and Hooman had to wake me up to tell me to sleep properly in the bed. He still wasn't done with email, but I insisted that he lie down with me for a bit and he remarked that he felt like a babysitter himself, having to play with me constantly.

I woke up early in the morning feeling lousy, like I had caught a bug.