Right after we and the support team worked on getting food mail drops ready, Dad Prairie Dog got violently ill–so much so that we called 911 and the ambulance took him to the emergency room. Turns out it was that vicious stomach virus that was going around a couple of months ago. Mom Prairie Dog and I were taking care of him–guess what it is highly contagious and we got it too. I was so sick that I missed the last three days of work (missed saying good-bye to friends but glad work is done). Turned the corner on Wed evening, stayed close to home on Thur and Fri. But now out and about.
Being so sick certainly didn’t help the preparations for getting ready for the trail, I’ve got a list of like 50 things. Fortunately, Dragonfly didn’t get it, but is still tying up loose ends at work.
It will all get done.