This past weekend was the Golden Gala for Golden Retrievers In Need. It is our biggest fundraiser of the year – and I missed it.
Because I became sick early Thursday morning.
I have lived in two rooms since then, the bedroom and the bathroom. When in the bedroom, I have been sleeping. I let your imagination wander as to what occurred when I was in the bathroom.
By Saturday everything was pretty much under control except I was very weak and had no business being behind the wheel of a car.
As I told Mom, “This is one time when it really stinks to be dateless/husbandless, as HE could have driven.” She agreed. I still would not have lasted the entire night but could have helped out for a couple of hours.
Once again I am left to say C’est la vie, translation Mr. Sinatra’s style “That’s Life.”
It throws you curve balls every now and then.
Well time to go back to bed.