The flight home was uneventful. We landed in Allentown right on time, and we pulled into our own driveway around 5:30 last night. It was a wonderful week, and I’m so glad we decided to go.
I’m not a bit glad about what I brought back with me, though. I actually have a temperature this morning, which of course makes me wonder about the flu. Trouble is the temp is only 98.3, which won’t impress any doctor. My normal temp hovers just under 97, so when it goes to 99 I’m feeling really sick. Right now? Yeah, I’m feeling really sick. I’m controlling the cough with Mucinex, soothing my sore throat with something Dan brought me from California called Strepfen. Works really well, and I’m going to have to see if I can find it here or online.
And I’m drinking hot tea with honey. Coffee just didn’t appeal this morning. In fact, my appetite is gone. I was pleasantly surprised when I stepped on the scale this morning to see that I’ve lost four pounds. Now, if only I can keep it off after I start feeling better!
I heard Terry coughing in the night, and he’s still in bed. Seems I shared my misery with my friend Deb, as well as with my husband. How kind of me, right? I did my best to always cover my coughing and sneezing. I have no idea where I caught it, but I’m beginning to think it’s just in the air.
Well. This too shall pass. It was worth it, I think. I was probably going to be sick anyway, and at least I had the pleasure of ocean breezes, dolphin sightings, pelicans flying, the beautiful city of Savannah, some really excellent seafood, and the company of close friends.
I miss being in church. And I know Terry must be feeling pretty lousy, too, for him to stay home. So we’ll pamper ourselves today and hope for better things tomorrow.