Pestilence

What did I tell you? I knew what I was doing when I made sure not to kiss Larry hello when he returned from his trip on Thursday. I KNEW. Not 12 hours later that man was lying sick in bed. He spent all day lying down Saturday, too, drinking fluids and pretending he was going to be fine. This morning, noticing that he couldn't take a full breath in, I took him to Urgent Care.

In 27 years, I've never had to do that. Mostly because Larry's a guy, and what guy needs a doctor when there's duct tape and Motrin available? So, yeah, you can imagine how alarmed I felt when he willingly went along with my Urgent Care plan.

The doctor said Larry had a lower respiratory infection, but that his lungs sounded fine. (Right, that made no sense to me, either.) She gave him antibiotics in case it was bacterial and sent us on our merry way. He once again spent the day propped up in a living room chair, dozing and drinking fluids. Needless to say, I've been sleeping in Brian's room since Friday. Good thing that kid is still gallivanting around the Middle East, right?

Anna flew home from Israel on Friday, however, for a two-week visit. Luckily, she's ensconced in the basement guest room, far away from whatever foreign germs Larry is generously spreading throughout our house.

Bought three of these today...

To add to the excitement, Rachel returned from her week of Civil Air Patrol Encampment today. She left her voice somewhere 3 hours south of here, apparently. According to her, she had a great time making other Civil Air Patrol cadets march around in 90-degree heat every day. If you're as puzzled by this as we are, it pays to remember that she's always been a little odd. Loveable, of course, but, uh, different....

Oh, and Uncle Matt and his girlfriend drove down to visit us today. They were smart enough not to enter the house and took me and the 3 girls out for dinner instead. While Larry slept. It's his new hobby.

It's been sort of hectic, is what I'm trying to say here. All this activity is rather a shock after the halcyon days of last week. Those days already seem like a long ago dream. But I still managed to duck out for an hour of social knitting today (I do have my priorities, you know); I just had to promise to bring my ailing spouse a milkshake upon my return.

I drank a little of it first, though. Carrying charges...