I am doing all I can to recover, because I don't want to miss any (more) work, and the longer I am sick, the more worried my Mom will be about me getting swine flu. It has been a good weekend, though. I am thankful for Allison coming on the 4th to take care of me and cheer me up. We walked around outside as much as I could, but spent a lot of time just sitting on the porch talking. It was neat seeing the Boston fireworks from a different perspective (last year we went in to the Esplanade to see the Pops)
So my days this weekend have consisted of reading, sleeping, watching a surprisingly enjoyable collection of movies on TV, and of course consistently filling up plastic bags (about 1 bag a day) with used tissues. This deserves a serious (Mr.) yuck:
After sleeping for the last 2 hours I feel much better than I did before I konked out. This is encouraging. I managed to make it through church this morning too - just barely. It was great to play piano again, although it is difficult to blow your nose while trying to play. Remember me in your prayers tomorrow - I am have an appointment at a travel clinic to get my shots for my tip to Kenya. I expect this to be a serious expense, and they have been unable to tell me how much I should expect to pay. Oh well! All will be well.
