Random Monday stuff

I'm going to read The Forgotten Garden by Kate Morton this month. If anyone wants to read along and then chat about it via a blog post/ comments/ emails, that would be cool! Drop me a comment if you want to take this challenge on. (It's available on Kindle and Nook, for those of you lucky dogs with such devices!)

Daddy-O subscribed to Netflix. We can download movies to our laptops. All three of us, Mac, Dad and me, can watch a different movie all at the same time. OMG- this is gonna be cool. Dad and Mac spend hours looking at the huge list of downloadable films. I was semi-comatose on the coach during this but it seems pretty awesome. Maybe I'll feel better enough to give it a whirl!

I'm still sick. I'm still running a fever but not as high. I ache everywhere; even my hair hurts. I can't believe I'm staying home sick on the first day day from Christmas vacation. I was up and down most of the night, too. I said I wasn't ready to go back and wanted to stay an extra day but this wasn't what I had in mind. Daddy-O asked if I needed to go to the ER and I said no (I have no health insurance so I'd probably end up at the morgue before the ER. I HAVE life insurance). I had dreams about being dipped in tubs of ice cubes and Little House on the Prairie and Mac shining bright lights in my face and questioning me over and over. I had all sorts of weird dreams.

I remember in 1999 I was super ill with a really high fever. I remember when that fever broke I woke up drenched in sweat; my skin literally looked like I had been swimming, and I was all glistening. I was that slick with sweat. My hair was drenched, too. It was so gross. I was living with CanadaSam then. I remember he helped me into the shower and then he changed all the sheets on the bed and got me clean jammies. I remember I felt better but just weak. I keep thinking this fever will break like that. But I think it's just going to go down and then away; nothing real dramatic.

I want to write a post about New Year's Eve and Christmas day but I just don't have what it takes, yet. I can't believe I wrote this much.

Mags