All week I’ve been making arrangements for a business trip to Nebraska. These arrangements range from YaYa’s room and board at a schoolmate’s house, transportation to his basketball game, and care of the dog. I have yet to finish preparing all of the work-related items thanks to sudden illness hitting the house.
Poor YaYa fell ill overnight. One moment, his temperature is over 100°F, lethargic, and aching. After a bit of Tylenol, he’s cracking jokes, eating everything in sight, and eager to walk the dog around the block.
Four hours later, we’re back where we started. I just hope that he is all better by Sunday night.
Irene says
It’s running a muck here, too. I hope he’s feeling better soon.
Wes says
blech!
Teri says
Crossing my fingers for you.