Figuring that I was starting to get better, I drove up, dogs on board and Proud Hillbilly following behind as she was on the way to see her own family. We made it up without incident and I only drank a bottle of DayQuil and ate a pound of cough drops for the trip up. Once here, the dogs settled in well enough and I just resumed sleeping and generally feeling poorly. We had a short dinner last night with Aaron and his family, made more interesting by the fact the Aaron was about as sick as I was.
Today I started to come out from under this bug, but I'm still a long way from ok.
One notable incident: Yesterday there came a knock at the door. My mother opened the door, only to have Murphy jump in between her and the person at the door and go completely nuts. The person at the door was one of those guys who drives around selling meat out of a freezer in the back of a pick-up truck, and something about him totally tripped Murphy's trigger, because Murphy was doing his best to get hold of the guy while loudly and seriously roaring at him. By the time I got to the door, the guy has already run back to his truck, jumped in, and started heading off down the driveway. Bet it's a long time before my mom sees that particular peddler again. Oh well. But Murphy earns a "good boy" for his protective behavior towards my mother, which is completely different from his normal reaction when people come up my driveway at home. It's as if with me, he just feels a need to alert me to visitors, but with my mom...he was going to protect her, no quarter asked or given. Good dog, Murph.
More tomorrow. I promise. For now though...see ya.