So like day #9, we were sick on day #10.
A skipped work because day #10 was the day the cold virus hit him hard. He was cold, shaking, phlegmy, coughy, everything that Lil J and I had experienced the day before. But lil J and I had a pinch of energy to function somewhat.
We watched TV on the internet.
Then at 8 PM we went to the lounge to watch Glee, Modern Family, and So You Think You Can Dance. We ordered some thin crust pizza and enjoyed primetime TV in the arctic-weathered lounge.
Then went to sleep early.
Then we all woke up at like 5 AM to make our trip down to LA (IT WAS THANKSGIVING!!). We were worried that A would be too sick to drive, but he was a trooper and felt good.
Poor A. Lil J and I slept the entire trip down. I honestly remember Hayward one moment, then Lake Castaic the next.
Somewhere between Northern California & Southern California, my sickness decided to rear its ugly face again and I don't know what I caught, but I came down with part two of my cold.
I was sick after that for 1.5 weeks.
Goodness, the tail end of my trip was horrible.
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