I don’t consider myself a whiner. But, every dog has its day.
I was sick on Saturday so I missed taking my kids to the NSSF First Shots event at our local range. Drema took them and they had a blast. There were over 150 kids there to shoot and my 3, 6, and 10 year old children all pulled triggers and hit targets.
My son Bat missed his football game because he was recovering from a hand injury he got at practice.
Sunday wasn’t much better. Football on TV most of the day. I’m not really an all day football guy but was glued to the couch.
Monday my father went into the hospital.
Wednesday Bat got hurt again at practice and we spent all night in the ER. Bad sprain.
Thursday I had Bat and his sister at home. He was crippled and she was sick. Dad came home too.
Friday – today – Bat still cannot walk without assistance and his other sister was at home sick.
I’m still sick though now able to work. The radioactive discharge from my nasal passages has changed from a pale yellow to a color that I cannot find in my little girl’s Crayola 64 pack. (I don’t mind posting photos you won’t see in a magazine here but you’re going to have to use your imagination on this one.)
Somehow I did manage to get some writing done (Almost 7000 words.) but no photos. I’ll have to try and put those together on Saturday.
I’m praying the Z-Pack the doctor game me pulls me through to next week a new man. I guess its a good thing I didn’t go to Texas Monday.