Altered weekend

The weekend is not going as I had planned.

We were headed to Nathan’s basketball game, and then we were all going for a walk for a geocache or two.  Instead, Nathan woke up with a fever and a throat of brimstone.  So Lea took him to endure a throat culture (positive), and Aaron and I ran snacks up to the basketball game, and here we are.

Where have I heard this story before? Sheesh, it’s almost the same date and everything.

BamaDan loaned me Freaks and Geeks, and I’ve watched a couple of episodes today. I missed it in first run despite the unceasing admiration of alt.culture.us.1980s, where I was spending some time when it was on. It’s quite good—sharply written, well cast, and (at times painfully) authentic.

In other words, on network television ten years ago, it never had a chance.

So this afternoon there’s that, an occasional pat on the head and encouraging word for my firstborn, and Facebooking (God, what a time sink, albeit an enjoyable one).

Tomorrow Nathan and I are supposed to greet at church, but he’s not going, so I’m hoping Aaron will be up to the challenge.  After that, Lea was going to take the boys over to her mom’s, but again, even if he’s feeling better, there’s still that 24-hour fever thing to consider.  The Dark Knight on Blu-ray at obscene volume will have to wait.

I decided to take Monday’s holiday, so if Nathan’s antibiotic kicks in, maybe we can get our hike in then.

So take it all ’round, it’s not a bad day today, but it’s definitely not as waistline-friendly as the one I had planned.  I hope you’re having a pleasant weekend.

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