<![CDATA[After taking care of my sick dad for a week, I woke up with a nasty cold and congestion on Saturday. I had every intention of working, but I just didn't have the stamina. Around 8:30 p.m. or so, I was just getting ready to go see if a hot, steamy bath would help me breathe better, when I checked in behind the scenes here at PJ Media and noted that something had happened at the White House Correspondents' Dinner. Of course, we all know now what the something was — a crazed psychopath tried to bust in and assassinate the president and other officials — and while I didn't jump in and write the breaking news, I was glued to my TV and social media and sending my colleagues helpful info. ]]>