Jill

Arrived home absolutely exhausted after our adventures yestrday.

I must say I thoroughly enjoy intelligent conversation. Of which much was had at the Monkey House of viksin and princeaeneas. :)

I despise being sick. Mostly because of what I miss out on.

Tuesday I got a fever somewhere in the middle of the day. I stayed my whole shift though and Tim was kind enough to start a big warm fire in the fireplace and watch some tv with me snuggled on the couch (I was wearing a giant sweatshirt-nightgown, pajama pants, socks, a big fluffy blanket, and my winter hat). Then he even made the guest bed up all fancy-like with clean sheets and bedding so I could sleep in a room with my own control over the thermostat. My fever broke somewhere after 2am. My cough and headaches have been with me since.

Last night Tim's friend Aaron came up just to go out with Tim and another friend from high school and they all went to the bars. This was after Tim and I surprised Gary and Terryll and Ron and Deb at their league bowling and had some hamburgers. I was a sport and went to the bowling alley for dinner but did not feel up to going out drinking in smokey bars while I sneezed and coughed my throat raw. I dropped Tim off at the Carpet and picked up some Nyquil and cough drops at the grocery store and promptly drugged myself to sleep.

Tonight we were just going to go to a couple's dinner with Gary and Terryll (again, I can stay out enough for that) but then Keith called saying we should all play poker and Tim called everybody and anybody and suddenly it's poker night at Gary's and even Aron (superna's hubby) came up from the cities just to play poker. I feel a little bad because we had all dressed up and it was two couples and then Aron came up in his normal poker-night clothes all by himself. I know he felt a little awkward, but he came out to dinner with us instead and I tried to make sure he didn't feel too much out of the loop. I was coughing quite a bit during the whole thing and at some point Gary or Terryll asked me why I wasn't going to come over and play poker and then said, "You don't seem sick at all to me!" when I told them I'd be bedding with Nyquil again. (Sometimes it's a little annoying how little they pay attention to others) Aron had noticed, anyway. But he's just a nice guy like that.

So I'm home and they are all having poker fun at Gary's house.

On the upside, we have a newly-assembled futon in our office/spare room that looks quite nice. (and is soft and comfy, too!) The one at superna's is so handy in their office that we both thought it'd be a good idea at our house, too. The pictures I ordered from revjim will be going up in this room, as well.

Well, good night all. I'm off to kiss my lovely NyQuil bottle again. Hopefully I'll be healthy before my parents fly up this weekend and we meet them in Madison. *fingers crossed*