Missing two days already? That's about right.

Well, I have missed two days.  I can't hide it, I can't go back and can't really make excuses.  But, there are some pretty interesting stories associated with my two missed days.

Missed Day # 1:
Jack and I are supposed to be enjoying our weekend with friends in the mountains but poor Jack becomes utterly, abruptly and entirely sick.  What started out as some vomiting and diarrhea soon turns into major leg cramping and obvious dehydration.  Based on the professional opinions of the two nurses and one med student staying at our house, at 1am we headed to the ER.  ER is a term I will use loosely for the medical facility in Granby, CO.  It was very new, very nice and we were the only people there.  The nurses were great, the doctor was really nice.  Three and a half hours, two and a half liters and a Gatorade later, we were on our way home.  Needless to say, the next day we were exhausted.  A quick group snow-shoe and frozen pizzas were all that I could muster, and did I mention a nap by the fire.  Alas, no blog post. 

Missed Day # 2:
I am feeling pretty good Sunday night, dinner with the family and a quiet evening at home.  I am thinking how nice it is that Jack is finally feeling better and that I escaped the wrath.  Not so fast! 2am was met with the same lovely symptoms Jack had experienced earlier in the weekend.  I set my alarm early so if by some miracle I can make it to work but 6am brings only more feverish bouts.  Unfortunately, my art room is a DISASTER and I am not sure I could even write sub plans based on the mess.  So I make the drive North, clean my room and throw together plans.  By 10am I am back in bed...until 2 then 4:30 and then 6.  I fall asleep at 9 hoping to feel human again. 
No blog=more sleep.

Almost missed day #3:
I wake up today, feeling a little beaten up but certainly ready to go to work.  I get ready, get packed and am out the door when. ARE YOU KIDDING ME!!???? AGAIN???@@@@@!!!!!!
Some lovely person has once again, parallel parked directly in front of our driveway. For the second time!
There is no logic, no quick solution, NOTHING I CAN DO!
Denver PD sends an officer, the tow-truck arrives and 50 minutes later I am finally pulling out of the driveway.  Just as I think that my feel-good, back to normal day is ruined.  I remember that I just got an extra 50 minutes of snuggling with my dog and husband, of joking, laughing, re-hashing the unbelievable obliviousness of certain white-sedan drivers, and more snuggling.  Perhaps this morning wasn't so bad after all.