Friday: Got home from work and spent 9:00 p.m. to 1:35 a.m. finishing editing the group paper for my local history class.
Saturday: Went to local history class from 9:00 a.m. to 3:30 p.m. in Cleveland. Picked up the kids and waited and waited and waited for Doc to get home from work (eta: 8:45 p.m...actual arrival time: 10:45 p.m.).
Meanwhile, in Doc's world...5:00 p.m. threw up and passed out at work. Taken to the hospital on an ambulance. Left his phone in the jeep and couldn't remember my number. 10:30 p.m. walked home (!) from the hospital after taking 3 bags full of fluids for dehydration from stomach virus.
Saturday night to Sunday morning: worried Doc would lose his job for too much time off work...but manager has heart afterall and does not dismiss him.
Sunday Morning: Cleaned out Mr. Lawrence, went to Wal-mart, got the oil changed, did the grocery shopping, came home, cooked chili, ate chilli and went down with the devil's own heart burn.
Sunday night: The whole clan fell asleep watching Avatar...except for Doc who had been sleeping most of the day.
Monday morning: Woke up feeling like I'd been bludgeoned in my bed by Morrissey. Conjestion is back in full force. Dragged my sorry ass to work and tried to keep up.
Hopefully, I'll be able to write complete sentences tomorrow. However, I think you can now consider youself caught up. Sniffle.