Just like college...
D is currently passed out in the Grandpa Chair, snoring. He has a bottle Gatorade in his armpit, and a glass bowl at the ready.
No, he wasn't partying. He is just really sick. He was tired and dragging all day yesterday, and last night, when I went to hug him goodnight, I was shocked by how hot he was. His temp last night was 101.8 -- this morning at 6:30am, it was 103.3. He has a horrible cough, and started throwing up anything and everything (including Gatorade) this morning.
The doctor says it is a virus, and he will have to work through it on his own. Poor man -- I think this means no camping trip this weekend for him.
At least he gets to watch as much Pokemon as he wants...
