Sickness--combined with compounded exhaustion and fitful sleeping--conspires against me again, and I'm fairly sure the little energy I have will be little and less soon. So for today, I'll just say that there is magic in the act of crossing one's own threshold, snuggling into comfy clothes, putting on a comfortable movie and falling into one's own couch. The purring heating pad of a cat. The warmth of a favorite quilt. And the momentary arrival of magical, cheesy food on your doorstep.