Five Fridays, Five
Saturdays, Five Sundays
July 3, 2011
So today was off to a good start but then it took a u-turn. I did my morning postings and then went to the gym to get a much needed workout. Somewhere about the 50th stomach runch I realized I was not well. I guess I must have picked up a bug being locked in with a bunch of sick people the last few days. I don’t get sick often and like to save it for more serious things.
So I did what I thought I needed to make myself well which was pretty much lay in bed and try not to be sick. I wanted to give myself a fair shot at continuing my journey this evening. I got my stay at the hotel extended so I could nurse myself back to help. So far so good.
To cheer me up my neighbor Nick, who steals from me, sends me a photo of drinking MY beer in MY garage sitting in MY chair. I am pretty sure the cigar is his. His feisty little Irish wife will kick his butt if she sees him with it. And if I am out of beer when I get home I am going to hire her to kick his butt again.
I made it over to Amtrak Union Station feeling somewhat better. So I guess I made the right choice in staying in bed all day. I did not see any of Chicago today but I’ll be back.
Factoid: This month of July has five Fridays, five Saturdays, and five Sundays. This won’t happen again for 873 years. (Okay I may have made up the last part.)