Sam was up this weekend.
We (Peggy and I) took Sam around the city and other typical new england sites. I never knew the candlepin bowling was only a new england thing. Newbury comics was a wicked good time. And Sam bore witness to the hate train.
Yesterday was Sam’s last day, but I got thoroughly sick very early in the morning. So sick, in fact, that my parents had to pick me up at the BH and bring me to the doctor. We dropped Sam off at the Braintree T station where Peggy was going to meet him and bring him around til his flight left later in the day since I was down for the count more or less. I couldn’t keep any solids or liquids down for most of the day yesterday and had a lot of trouble breathing and moving around in general. Feeling a bit better, but I’m being held hostage at my parents house until they feel I’m ok to go back home now.
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