Since Sunday night I've been having the time of my life, sick on the couch, running a fever, and trying to swallow with an awfully sore throat. Brandon actually had the plague first and then gave it to me, so he's feeling okay now. I'm not sure that I'm ready to go home just yet, but since I have no choice I suppose I'll go. I have a doctor's appointment for the day after we get home, so perhaps he can give me some nice strong medicine. It actually hasn't been so bad being sick, because we had spent time with pretty much everyone we wanted to see already, and it gave mom and my fat cat more time with me. I just hope I can live through the terrible 4-5 hour wait we'll have at the airport due to our connecting flight. They really need to hurry up and create a teleporter.