So! As anticipated, I enjoyed a pleasantly toasty weekend indoors while Larry and David trudged around with a bunch of Boy Scouts in the rain (and snow!). But gloating that this particular camping trip would not affect me adversely? Not a good idea. As I remembered when I checked my voicemail this evening, the Fates do not like to be taunted in that manner:
"Hi! This is Sam's dad - since David shared a tent with Sam last night, we thought you should know..."
(Maybe I should hang up? If I don't hear it, it won't be happening, right?)
"...that Sam appears to have the flu."
(Darn! I knew it! Oh, well, those are the breaks...)
"It's probably H1N1, as the rest of our family had it last week."
(Okay, now I'm pissed off.)