Not the best of days. According to Google – it is 101 degrees. And, I thought Mr C might be getting better but he just made two mad dashes – once to each bathroom. The apartment must be a petrie dish for fecal bacteria and viruses. And, I am not having any real luck forcing liquids down his gullet.
However, I am still fine. Of course, every little stomach rumble makes me ask “is this it?”. I know, that is selfish . But, I am supposed to be out west in 10 days. I want to be well. I must be well.
So, let us be grateful for what we do have:
- Air Conditioning.
- Indoor – albeit contaminated – plumbing. And, a washer/dryer.