It would seem the virus that has been floating around has got me good. I started with a sore throat but it quickly morphed into feeling like I have tonsils the size of basketballs scraping against hot glass shards. The cough, as usual, sounds like a seal call.

Of course, this only means a HEAP of guilt as I'm still doing a lot for my parents. We were supposed to have a family dinner at my brother's on Sunday, but I was too sick to drive them. The dinner got cancelled...but not with a LOT of guilt from both my brother and my mother that they weren't able to get together because of me. It's frustrating. I really don't want to complain - we are so incredibly lucky to have my Dad with us and that's something I cherish every day, but the rest of the family simply doesn't seem to realize that he is still not well. Nor likely will ever be.

Sure, he's improved vastly but he's still not great. He can't drive at night either. If they ever want to go anywhere, it's up to me to get them there. Ahh, such is life. I'm sure it's just this virus that's making me so grumpy.

I have heard from South Africa. I'm still processing where I am as the letter was heartwarming, yet gutwrenching at the same time. We both still feel the same. However, there is still no solution to the problem. I can't help but think 'Be Careful What You Wish For'.