Poor Doug

Poor Doug -- yesterday morning I noticed that his voice was several octaves lower than usual, and sure enough, he was sick....again. He was out of work almost a week about a month ago with something that wasn't swine flu, but was nasty. This time he has fever, throat stuff, and doesn't want to eat -- now that tells me this guy is seriously sick. The Michigan loss to Ohio state was just icing on the cake (that he doesn't feel like eating).

Yesterday the girls and I went to Tyson's to do some shopping, and I think we all came away feeling that we'd made some progress. There were crowds, but not as bad as they could have been. I found something for Doug, which is always a relief to me.

On Friday I went to our neighborhood "article group" and Joanne, the hostess, had a woman there who gave us all upper body massages. OMG -- it was so wonderful, but we're mad at her for upping the ante!

I have a recurring dream about a master's thesis that I have to finish on a deadline but just can't. Well, last night I went to visit the professor because I had finished it and wanted to see if I passed -- and I got a C. Then she handed it to me and said she needed a copy, and Doug and I ran from office to office trying to find an open copier that worked. Such a boring dream, but I guess I'm making progress because the paper is finally done and maybe I can move on to more interesting dreams?