Bring Out Yer Dead

We're still trying to shake whatever infected our household. I feel much more energetic (conscious), even though I sound like a paper bag full of snot. I'm okay with that as long as I can function and don't feel like passing out every five minutes. Erik started antibiotics. His sinus infection has cleared, but yesterday he seemed sick again, and I think perhaps the underlying root of all of this has been a virus, which, unfortunately, we simply need to endure. I have been ill now for two weeks. I dropped him off at Kathy's house yesterday so I could visit the clinic for another new, unexpected medical concern that is threatening to ruin my summer, and I hope that Erik didn't get her kids sick. I think we are all falling apart.

Girls' camping weekend was canceled this weekend. Bummer. I wouldn't have been able to go, anyway. Who wants to spend the weekend in a metal box with a girl hacking up her lungs? Nobody, that's who. Cigars are out of the question. I was invited to camp with margaritas in Nadine's yard Saturday night instead, which I might do, and was asked to a girls' lunch Sunday afternoon at the little hippie brewery downtown, where their stuffed burgers are simply divine. Tonight I dine with my friend with ALS, who is not doing well at all. Hopefully, I can get him to eat. Maybe eating would do me some good as well.