*Picture from the Boston Globe*
Woke up yesterday morning feeling queasy, and by the time Trot took RF last night, I was running between the bedroom and the facilities.
Don't know where I picked up this flu bug, but it's pretty much kicked my tail the last 36 hours or so. Thanks to Tex for her get well card at her blog (Much appreciated sis) and my apologies to Oat Bran for causing him to consider an APB for my whereabouts.
In between running to the bathroom and peeking out from under the covers, I did get to see Trot take RF, saw the tremendous ovation Fenway Park greeted him with, and Youk's inside the park HR.
Thanks to everyone for the get well thoughts: just ate some soup, and so far, so good.
Maybe watching Beckett come back strong tonight is all I need to turn the corner.
::crawls back into bed::
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