I am happy to report that I am here, and I am fine :) Whatever the fever was from last night, it left. Good riddens. They way I see it, if I'm gonna be sick, it can only happen Monday through Friday. Weekends are mine. All mine.
Dad's new antibiotic, combined with the steroid, has him, and his cough, sounding more like normal. Gotta love drugs sometimes...
Grace is still taking her antibiotics for her UTI, but has no symptoms. In fact, she only had one day of screaming bloody murder when she used the bathroom. I can tolerate one day. She will finish the whole bottle though. I'm a firm believer in finishing meds, as directed ;)
Mostly because I don't ever want to hear her scream like that again. It sucks when they're is nothing you can do to make it better...
The NCAA basketball tourney is in town. They were welcomed last night with typical Indiana spring storms, including tornadoes in the counties around ours. One of local news stations interviewed some out-of-towners, who inquired if it was normal to have hurricanes here.
I laughed my ass off. Uneducated people should not be interviewed ;) I would think it common knowledge that hurricanes only happen in coastal regions. Where there is no coast, you get tornadoes... mostly because of the flat land and the wind currents. So, yeah, I guess if you're only used to hurricanes (these folks were from Florida), it would seem like one~only a lot less water.
Anyway, it was a tremendous light show with all the lightning. Gracie kept trying to count between strikes and thunder... it went something like this: lightning.... 1, 2, 3 thunder, lightning...1, 2 thunder, lightning... 1, 2, 3 thunder. I finally told her to stop. The storm was right over us, it was impossible to count... and it was getting on my nerves :)
Every time it rains, storm or not, she is armed with a flashlight. This house, I admit, is not cool in the dark. In fact, it is quite spooky, even for me. I used to make my dogs come with me upstairs, even with the lights on, because... you know... they can sense spririts, or ghosts. Silly, isn't it?!
The only spirits in this house belong to relatives (my great grandmother and my grandma died in this house) and they wouldn't hurt family. They do like to play hide-n-seek with our stuff sometimes, but never anything scary.
There was one time, though, at one of our Christmas Eve open houses, when a friend's 6-year-old daughter (after her father teased her repeatedly about the ghost here, before my Grams died) stood up on a chair and declared "There are no ghosts in this house!"
A bottle of wine that was on top of the fridge, came flying off and landed, upright without shattering, on the floor. We all looked at each other, mouthing "did you do that?" Nope, nobody touched it.
She then retook her standing position on the chair, and said "There is ONE, one ghost in this house!"
We all cracked up. It was hilarious what she did, despite the fact that Great Grandma wanted her presence known. Since my Grams passed away, we've not had any incidents. I think she was waiting for my Grams, her last child born, and the last to die, to rest.
Okay, don't know why I wrote that story again. It was just in my head :)
Happy April, everyone! And no, that was no April fool's joke~Kitty don't play those anymore. But that's a whole other story....
Have a great Saturday!