My profuse apologies to my brother-in-law for the exposure I didn’t know about.
He took the train down last night from San Francisco, where he’s staying for a conference, to visit with us last night. We had a good laugh, all of us, at Michelle’s declaration of No politics! Given that it was election night and we were all dying to know how it was coming–but there was a conscious decision all around to focus on the short time we had together.
He and my sister live in upper Manhattan, some of the lucky ones whose power stayed on last week.
Richard drove him to the train station with me tagging along, wanting all the Boyd time I could get but finding myself suddenly tired and not wanting to be behind the wheel.
An hour later I was running a fever.
I stuck it out through Obama’s speech last night but shouldn’t have–I was desperate to collapse in bed.
It is quarter after three in the afternoon and I’m finally up again. I’ve been offered by the doctor to go to Urgent Care to have IV fluids but I think I can get more down on my own now.
Okay, let me go check those returns. Did the California Propositions pass? Did Obama at long last win Ohio? I’m about to go find out.
And I saw my Cooper’s hawk soaring as I glanced up through the skylight, always a message of, I’ll be fine.