It’s 12:27AM on Saturday morning. I am wide awake because I’m all stuffy and can’t breathe anywhere in our apartment. (I would sleep next to the window with it mostly open in order to breathe, but…) Bob is upstairs trying to sleep, while having a terrible cough all his own. In the room next to ours is little Nila, who every hour or so announces her own sickness with a hacking cough. Hi – we’re the Meeker Family, and we’re sick.