Do you think it's any coincidence that the only pople I know who have managed to kick this bug are the ones that have gone to the doctor and been prescribed antibiotics? Kris and I were feeling better yesterday, but today has been nasty. Lots of sleep, lots of nose blowing, and a fever again for me. Grrrr.
At book group last night, Joel and Aimee still seemed to be under the bug's spell a bit, too. Craig, though, had recently kicked it with the help of drugs.
Tomorrow it's back to the office where the four of us will complain about our weekend of sickness...
This weekend I received a letter that I've been awaiting for nearly a decade. I really want to write about it, but I can't. It's a Significant Event in my life, though, and it makes me happy.
This archive of old-time radio shows is too good to be delegated to Miscellaneous Flotch. Great stuff.
On this day at foldedspace.org
2004 — Broken Glass A couple of weeks ago young Emma smashed a pane of glass in the door to our back porch. I felt miserably qualified to make the repair, so I put it off as long as I could.
2002 — Fall Thoughts This afternoon I walked over to the high school and practiced punting the soccer ball. When I was satisfied with my progress, I sprawled on the grass and basked in the dull October sun.