Most of the week I pretended that I wasn’t sick; there was simply too much to do at work to risk having an illness. Once Saturday morning rolled around and I was honest with myself, though, things changed rapidly. I spent the weekend travelling between the couch, my bed, and the bathroom, and the only trips outside of the house that I mustered were to pick up some takeout Thai and Mexican food.
It was just that sort of weekend.
Finn had the illness first, and again I feel terrible for the little guy because he didn’t really have a good way of telling us exactly how he felt. So I assumed it wasn’t so bad and didn’t give him as much sympathy as he deserved. My bad.
Now the guy seems to be back in full spirits, though. I don’t think he had any ocean adventures this weekend, but that might all change in the next couple of weeks,as his birthday rolls around. I am pretty sure he is getting a wetsuit for the big day - now I just need to get one as well so I can keep up with him in the waves.
And with that thought, I am going to migrate off the couch and back to bed. Hopefully I will be at full strength by tomorrow, because we have a busy week. Not only are Finn’s cousins coming to town, but one of the world’s foremost experts on Finn’s communication system is staying with us for a few days as well. Accordingly, this is the wrong time for me to wallow around in my sweats feeling sorry for myself.
I’ve got stuff to do.
