A couple of days ago I woke up feeling utterly crappy. I didn't have a fever (yet) but I felt that undeniable sensation of arghh-what-the-heck-is-my-body-up-to-now. As the day progressed a fever developed, and my right cheek was beginning to swell. Not noticeably, but enough that the skin stretched tight and shiny across my cheekbone. Luckily I feel much better now, and the swelling is down. However, that isn't the point of this entry. At the height of my illness I glanced over at J. I then realized that while we have been married for 9 months now, we have yet to write our wills. "Hey," I succinctly stated, "If I'm ever in a horrible accident where my body is only being kept alive by machines,...