Melting

Although I felt a little better yesterday, I just felt drained all day. I took a shower about midway through the day when I thought I might not sweat anymore. About the time Jesse and Toby came home from work, I was down again with fever and aches. I spent the evening sitting in my recliner covered in a quilt watching my favorite TV show, NCIS, with my trusty hound at my feet. Toby calls Ranger "the therapy dog" because he has rarely left my side since I have been sick. The Piper showed up at about 8 PM with still-warm, melt in your mouth snickerdoodles. I rustled up some energy to eat one of those – delicious! The Piper also brought me some Irish whiskey for a hot toddy, which Toby mixed for me. Piper, Jesse and Toby sat around the table trying the Irish whiskey and tasting Toby’s Bruich Laddich Scotch Whiskey. They had cookies and also some fresh pineapple, which Jesse had brought home from Hawaii. I sat over in my chair sipping my hot toddy with little energy to add to the conversation because I was going through a serious sweat. Water was pouring off my face like had just sprinted a mile. I kept thinking about the joke "gee for a fat girl you don’t sweat much." What was so funny about that joke when we were kids? When I did try to add to the conversation, Jesse and Toby made terrible fun of me because I called Zoe a "he." They teased me about drinking my toddy and taking Benadryl. Of course they were putting on a show for Piper, who was greatly entertained at my expense. I am used to Toby and Jesse teasing me, and the Piper seemed to think they were very funny. I play the indignant mother very well when actually I think T and J are pretty funny too. Besides, I had no energy to fight back. After the Piper left, I told Toby that the toddy had really been wonderful and the cookies too. Toby said that the Irish whiskey that he made the toddy from "made you feel like melted butter." I had to laugh at his choice of words when I am sitting there feeling like I am melting, sweat pouring out of my body, no energy, and quite drowsy. I slept well until about 2 AM when the Benadryl wore off.

Yesterday I received a phone call from Ashley in Hawaii. She said that they had been scuba diving four times – twice from shore and twice from a boat. They had also snorkeled. She said that she had had stomach flu, but was feeling better. She also said the ash from the recent volcano was causing it to be overcast, but that they had taken a gazillion photos. She agreed with Jesse that the people reminded her of Taos – old hippies and locals. Jesse said that there were gorgeous men, but they were all on their honeymoons with their new brides. Ashley said there were no gorgeous men where she was. Ashley and her family will be changing islands now – I hope the ash/overcast clears for them. They all seem to be having fun. I wish I were there, too, melting in the sun rather than melting in the recliner.