I delayed my arrival at work to watch the copy of Chicago we had rented and needed to return by midnight tonight. Fun movie, and one my parents even enjoyed. The real story is actually quite simple (gal kills guy, spends time in jail and then goes to court), but is made interesting by song and dance numbers.

I’m darn lucky I delayed going to work because I developed a monster sinus-related headache, drippy nose, and sore throat. I was miserable enough for the time I still spent at work—going even longer would have been Not Fun. One of my pregnant coworkers delivered this morning, and there were digital pictures of the parents and baby—fun stuff. My coworker looks really happy.

Betterman’s five-thousand plot threads seem to have been reasonably well woven together, but another thousand threads were also unleashed in the process. Hmm.