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...
I love VH1 Classic. Maybe it's the listing of top 1-hit wonders of the 80's. Maybe it's the hair metal. Today, it is the fact that they are showing The Wedding Singer, which is one of those movies, that, when it comes on, I cannot turn it off. Other movies on this list:
- The Princess Bride
- Clueless
- Clue
- The Empire Strikes Back
