  Snot and drool continues to emit from my daughter. I'm over the cold so presumably my antibodies should have been passed on to her via breastmilk. But she continues to feel just miserable so either she has some sort of secondary infection (ear, sinus) or she's bringing in her top front teeth.
I'm giving it some more time to either get worse or clear up and in the meantime I've put her down for her nap in her crib (only the second time she's ever slept in it in her nearly 9-month life). I put her in the crib because I wanted her to sleep at an angle to help drain her little snots and help prevent an ear or sinus infection in case one is immanent.
And so I found myself pulling out the four fat volumes that comprise the Complete Works of William Shakespeare for the first time in a few years in order to prop up the top end of the crib. Slowly, quietly, since she was already asleep in it, I set the wheels right on top of the Bard's face. Forgive me yee gods and goddesses of iambic pentameter. 
