I. Am. Still. Sick. What the hell is going on? I made it through the my three super busy days—felt like hell as I have a cold too but managed it. Had to go out to a work dinner on Saturday night. I did. I ate food. Bad, bad idea.

My mother was in the emergency room last night. She’s o.k. we think. Ernie only had one hour of sleep last night but is doing better than me.

I have to take my father to 7 a.m. mass tomorow morning.

I think I’m going to bed now.