Under the weather

The Prodigal Son has been sick since Sunday and he doesn't seem to be improving. It started out just being flaky sinuses, turned into a cold, and now may be turning into an even worse cold. He's been home sick in bed all week and I've been allowed to drive myself to work. This is the most I've driven my car since I bought it.

However . . .

Now it's my turn to get sick. My sinuses have been flaky since Christmas when the hot one day cold the next weather nonsense started. This morning I woke up with the beginnings of a cold. I guess having the Prodigal Son home sick has made me susceptible to whatever it is he has. If it hits me as badly as it hit him, not only will I have a rotten weekend, but I will miss work next week and have to forgo my trip home to watch the Super Bowl with my dad. I was, and still am, looking forward to annoying my mother by watching football in the family room, which is her room, instead of the spare room, which is dad's room.