Children. They are, in point of fact, germ manufacturing and distribution facilities.
Spawn and Brutus were up on the weekend and, lo and behold, I am lurgified. This circumstance would be more acceptable if it had occurred on a working day, instead of my days off.
On the other hand, my germ-addled mind did produce a short story idea today, which may yield words for the day and therefore as far as I'm concerned is more lovable than the novel.
If you can believe it, Spawn, at not yet 2 years old, knows how to use an iPod. This nearly broke my brain.