ROCKIN' PNEUMONIA AND THE BOOGIE WOOGIE FLU

We made it into French Camp for our home time on Friday, Jan 4th just as we requested.  Got our rental car, and instead of heading to an Urgent Care Facility to have Craig checked, we successfully ignored all signs and symptoms of something wrong, and proceeded to go about our prescheduled plans.  Don't get me wrong, I stressed several times to Craig and we should go have him checked, but he's stubborn, and the doctor was the last person he wanted to go see.

We enjoyed some great times with our families, and by Wednesday, it was apparent even to Craig, that he needed medical attention.  Thursday morning, we were sitting in front of the Urgent Care waiting for the doors to open, and an hour later, with medication ordered, we were on our way to pick it up and get Craig on the road to recovery.

I'm happy to report, that Thursday night, was the first night in three weeks that Craig slept through the night.  What a relief, not only for him, but for me too, as I had managed to catch a cold while we were off.  We sometimes think it is so much better being on the truck and keeping all those germs out there in the world at bay.

Come Friday morning we were back on the board and waiting for our assignment.  It didn't come across the computer until 4pm, when we were told to hook up to a loaded trailer at the yard and deliver a load of Foster Farms chicken to Puyallup, WA on Sunday morning.  It sure felt great to be back out on the open road, and even better that road and weather conditions were clear with no signs of snow.  Now we begin the countdown for our next home time, and hopefully we will be clear of any illnesses to fully enjoy it.