I wish it were some joke, but this title is nearly true. My wife and I have made it back home safe, but not sound. Oh no, it would have been too good to end our little trip on a positive note. We left for the ranch on Wednesday, as planned, and arrived as planned. We spent time on Thursday riding on some ATVs, sitting on a wonderful porch reading stories, relaxing, and depositing all our food and well being in the toilet come Midnight of Thursday/Friday. Our best guess is we picked something up in one of the doctor’s offices, either that or a case of food poisoning. My wife and I are thus far the only ones who got sick (thank goodness), but it was a terrible night; it was the first time either of us were sick enough to vomit, and it happened that both of us took a turn. In fact, my wife took 5 turns before I took my 2 turns. So, we spent Friday (yesterday) sleeping, resting, and trying to break our fevers (we were both over 100 degrees Fahrenheit), then we left today, feeling better but not well, and we arrived home.
It does not end there, for on the way home my brother called me to inform me of a suicide in the [extended] family. Terrible! Not only did we attend a funeral on our “vacation” but we now have another one to attend soon. It seems death is following (or preceding) me (that and pestilence).
In the end, I have been happy to return home, to the land of broadband wireless Internet (I did not realize how much I missed it). We still have more recovering to do, my brother leaves all too soon for school in Hawaii of all places, I have extra bills I need to pay, so I will need extra work… . Life goes on, one day at a time. And now I must be off to bed to recover (or else).