It’s been a long time since I’ve been sick, and when Mary got sick after she got back from Philly, I knew my days were numbered.
Luckily, it was mostly snot, and it only lasted a week.
Just thought you’d want to know.
We went to DC to see Celia on her birthday. It was quite the trip.
As in: Not quite.
I don’t travel much, and I guess I’m rusty, because …
Our flight was fine, and our ride was 10 minutes out, so we found a quiet spot, and parked our bags and butts on a Bench, and took a breather.
Celia showed up, we got in, and we drove home. So far, so good.
But I was one bag short. My backpack is missing. The one with my tablet, my kindle, and my car fob in it, but with no ID on it. I put my memory on replay, and I located it precisely in my mind, under the Bench.
And my family – god bless ’em – piled back into the car, drove me back to the airport, dropped me off near the Bench, and watched me dodge traffic at a run until I disappeared behind a bus.
And there it was. Under the Bench. My backpack.
I grabbed it, hugged it tight, dodged traffic at a run, emerged in front of the same bus, and got back in the car.
The whole thing took 15 seconds, and didn’t even hold up traffic.
All I wanna say is: It coulda’ been worse.
We had a barbeque, a brunch, and a bar crawl, and a good time was had by all.
Coming home, we counted our bags every time we stood up, and nothing went wrong.
Unless you count bumping my head on the overhead bins when I stood up.
It bled all the way home.
While we were there, we had close contact with 7 adults, 2 kids, 2 toddlers, and half a dozen bartenders, hailing from 4 parts of the country.
I’ll be surprised if we don’t get sick again.