This past weekend we had plans. Plans to have new friends over for dinner. Plans for Greg to have his first sip of Mt Dew since June 17. Plans to hear Reeve sing. The plans never happened.
Around the same time early Friday evening, Greg and I said to each other, “I have a sore throat.” A few hours later, we felt icky. The plans changed and we spent our weekend with a tissue box close by and the television tuned to Fox News watching Hurricane Irene coverage. Our kids didn’t suffer much. They got to play plenty of video games, swim, wrestle and fix their own meals with little or no intervention from their sickly parents. They survived.
Hope the rest of the week is a healthy one.