Death. My stuffy head has retaliated against the Claritin. My nose has constantly run down the back of my throat and so it's raw. And I am sure the drainage has something to do with the fact I now have a terrible cough. I feel like death. As far as I can tell, I don't have a fever.
Still, we went to see my grandfather in Colorado Springs. We were ready at 10 am, but Grandpa said we couldnt meet him until 1pm. No big deal, we went to the mall to kill some time. The parents took Patrick and I took Jonathan to look at Borders. We got two books for the ride from Colorado to Washington. I got a book that True Blood is supposedly based on. I just wanted something with some length. I also wanted to go somewhere with wifi and catch up on the Facebook notifications. Boyfriend wrote on my wall telling me he misses me and I felt comforted. I didn't look at much since he was basically all I cared to see.
Then we went to Grandpa's house and talked about where we were going for Dad's birthday lunch. We decided on Cheddar's, and all piled in the car and truck. I didn't know what I was going to eat, whether it was potato soup or chicken Alfredo penne or salad. I chose the Alfredo. Unfortunately, with little to no smell, it was bland. I should have the soup. I couldn't taste my pasta, and every bite I took I felt worse. Oh well.
After coming back and laying down, I had reached a low point even after a 2 hour nap. When I sat up I started feeling better, but not by much. I went downstairs to join the rest of the family in the basement. That's where we saw the wild deer. There was a seven point buck eating out of the bird feeder. The feeder started about half full. The buck ate every last bit of the bird seed inside. He even took the time to clean up some of the spillage on the ground. I was shocked that we could be so close to him. We had Patrick playing with the ball, screaming, and yelling only 15 feet away from him. I guess it was also a shock to see a deer in the middle of Colorado Springs. So cool.
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