Daily Diary

I have come down with the flu. All week I haven't really felt like myself, and last night I started getting a sore throat. But I attributed it all to the need for a good night's sleep and then I'd be fine. After picking up Jon's grandmother this morning (she spends Fridays with me), I headed home and decided that I'd just take a quick nap. By the end of the nap I was much worse- achey joints, back pain, the chills, fever, etc. Clearly this was not lack of sleep. I called Jon at work who immediately wrapped things up at the office and headed home. He rushed to throw the kids in the car and of course his grandmother (whom he escorted not threw). Our oldest had to be picked up from school. So off they all went and then decided to stay at Jon's mom's house for the afternoon and evening so they wouldn't be near me- cootie girl. I emailed Curtis asking if he would get me some flu drugs, and then went to sleep.

I'm a decidedly light sleeper and when I heard the front door open, I awoke. I listened for a moment for the obvious- it's Curtis-noises. He usually comes in and settles things at the dining room table. But hearing none of that, I called out...nothing. Then I heard more footsteps and called out again. Nothing. I was rather unnerved by this development. Were I my usual hyper energetic self, I would have clutched my trusty scissors and ran downstairs to stab the intruder. However, I'm about 2% of my normal self and incapable of such feats- even with the adrenaline. I tiptoed downstairs, clutching the scissors (I felt I should have at least something), and peered around quietly. No one. I opened the back door and stepped out, walked across the "yard" and opened the back gate. Then I went and knocked on the neighbor's door. Everyone was gone. Then I went to Theresa's house and thankfully she was there. I stayed on the front porch and used the phone. Turns out it was Curtis, but he came in and walked quickly through the downstairs to the garage- that is when I called his name. Seeing that the Suburban was gone and not wishing to wake me, he walked back out the front door- I called his name again and was standing at the landing on the stairs and thus failed to see him depart. SHEESH. Thankfully I didn't have to stab him with the scissors, and he is getting me some flu drugs. So all's well.