this imploding heart

captain smith and pocahontas had a very mad affair

I got a fever Friday night that kept me sweating, shaking and hallucinating through the weekend. I didn't miss any work, somehow, but each of my shifts passed like a merciful dream. A coffee-scented dream of pleasant social interaction and incessant hand-washing. When my father told me he wanted to leave Seattle at 3am to go to the baptism (which I insisted was only 3 hours away, certainly not the six he was claiming.), I replied: "You mean 3 HOURS AFTER I GET OFF OF WORK!?!? I WHAHAAANNAA TALK TO MOM! WHAAAAAAA!"

And oh, I cried like a baby until I heard dad say in the background: "Fine. We'll leave at Seven." I get weepy when I'm sick.

Poppa wrapped me up like a fever burrito and stashed me in the backseat. Bought me a gallon of orange juice and picked me fresh sage from the side of the road. (The trip took 3 hours and 15 minutes, thank you.) We went to church with my sister and then out to dinner in Ritzville, where the downtown houses look like dollhouses and sell for almost nothing. My oldest sister arrived to dinner late, but I still got the rare opportunity to look around a table at my immediate family of 15.

Fever or no, I felt better right away.

Posted by Sonya at May 24, 2005 04:22 PM