It's been a long, hard week. My sickness was not over as quickly and easily as I had hoped. Instead, I went slowly downhill all week. Toby told someone who asked about me that my "wheels had come off." Jes and Ranger were good company for the week. We pretty much curled up in the recliners and read and slept all week. I finished my "Turn Right at Machu Picchu." It was a good read - made me look forward to our trek into Machu Picchu. On the other hand I feel like I have some sort of Inca curse. First I pull my hamstring causing me to have to lay off my exercising for a few weeks. Then when I'm getting back into the swing of things, I get a sinus infection and run a fever for a week. Am I going to be physically up to this hike? Kind of scares me. I finally broke down and went to the doc on Friday. He wrote a prescription for amoxillion. The fever was still high on Friday night, but Saturday I was better - just whipped. Today I am much better, even went to exercise, but I'm coughing and hacking. Did I mention I was a bit whiney.
Jesse took off to OKC for the summer. She will work and live there as she has done in summers past. I know she enjoys her time there. Poor Grandma, what will she do without Jesse this summer?