Sick, Sick, Sick

Just sick. No, not like on my death bed, but I have felt better. I have a sore throat which makes it very difficult to talk. I do think this affliction could kill Sara, not the disease, just the inability to talk. I don't think I actually have anything disease like, just a sore throat. Brought on by a week of teaching class, then silly me washing the cars yesterday in the cold weather. Put those two together and you get a sore throat. I suppose it could be worse. I'm hoping one more night of rest and cold medicine and I feel better tomorrow.

I did spend today visiting my wife's step father's mother and step father. Amazing how life can turn into a Springer episode. I'd diagram the family vine, but I'm too tired.

Oh, by the way, Space Cowboy, my throat would be the reason I didn't call tonight. If I'm living in the morning, I'll see you then.