My little guy has a bit of a cold that he’s (almost) passed on to me. I say almost because I woke up at 5:30 this morning with a really sore throat. Only that was not okay. You see, I have big plans this weekend with a friend of mine, so getting sick is absolutely not an option. So what am I doing about this sore throat? Well, I am willing my sore throat to go away. I am imagining that my antibodies are ninja-like warriors armed with grenade launchers and .50 cal machine guns, and the sore-throat germs are measly little peons wielding dull butter knives. Mind over matter, my friends. Let’s see who wins this.