Labor Day

Sunday we played in the horseshoe tournament in Sugar Camp. That afternoon, my cold morphed into a pounding headache. By the time we got home, I had a fever. I laid in bed all day Monday with what I think is a flu. Then I tried going to work. I warned Jon that I wasn't 100%, and I did what I could. Painful day.

Dave sent me this article (PG-13). It's long, yet enjoyable.