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| This is usually a busy place with trucks lined up to be filled with road salt. |
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| There were geese everywhere. Flying in all directions. I wonder why? |
Walt sounded unusually tired when we spoke on Friday. Saturday morning I get a text from him--"I'm sick". Dizzy, cough, fever. He slept a while longer and then decided that maybe we
should drive up and take him to a clinic. He looked like a red eyed zombie, to say it kindly. There was no one else in the clinic, so Ken and I have only been exposed to one thing, the flu. His temp was 104.
Today he is still a zombie, but a clearer eyed one with a small
appetite. We're taking him back tonight, because he thinks he's going to
two classes tomorrow. Who wants to place a bet? |
| They've got much less snow than us |
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| Look at how flat the land gets once you're past Dansville. |
I hope he doesn't go.
ReplyDeleteI know. He's a nut.
DeleteI used to miss class if I thought the weather was too humid for my hair.
DeleteHahahaha. I used to go sick all the time, then it took forever to get well. Dumb.
DeleteAnd I thought we had all the geese down here.
ReplyDeleteGood luck Walt! Get plenty of rest.