This morning, I got up, showered with Matt, and got dressed. Instead of putting on jeans, though, I donned my warm pajama bottoms, called work, and went back to bed. I got up again at 9:30 for a do-over. It’s -20 outside, so that was the smartest thing I’ve managed today.
I keep thinking I’m getting better, then I wake up wanting to die again. It’s fully in my lungs now, and let me tell you: the stuff I’m coughing up could audition as extras if they make another Alien.
Yesterday, Mary and I took a field trip upstairs to visit the polar bear and take pictures. I’d totally forgotten the part about how he was shot by a purported mafia guy. That is awesome.
Also yesterday, I found out that someone actually died on the dune buggy excursion we took in Mexico. And here I was thinking it was just a credit card scam. That’s really sad, though not the least bit surprising. Here’s hoping we can get the word out to other travelers so the same doesn’t happen to them. We’ve all left reviews on TripAdvisor… any other suggestions?