I mean physically (though everything else is up for debate).
I spent the weekend in Los Angeles, visiting my wee little nephew, who is, for those of you playing along at home, the cutest person on the face of the planet (even though he screams like an 1800′s dental patient whenever one of his parents leaves the room).
I arrived late on Thursday, and woke up on Friday morning with a wicked cold. I likely passed it on to my brother, his wife, and their child, which would mark the first time ever that a childless aunt was the one to make a child and its parents sick. I’m somewhat ashamed of this.