10/04/99 Weekend of Extremes.

I should be home.
Since before lunch I have felt like crap. No other way to put it.
Stomach cramps.
nausea
fever
diarreah....
but mostly a nagging, body-aching, short of breath fatigue.

I really should be home.
My work load insists that I run, no excuse for missing the deadline. So, today I downed immodium and motrin, and took a nap at lunch. It didn't help though... I woke up, aching like I was being squeezed by an invisible anaconda.

I should be home..
But instead I'm at work at 5:45pm, updating my journal...not looking forward to a 45 minuts commute. My weekend ecompassed the extremes. Not the kind of "ecstasy and misery" extremes that you might expect, but the Ken McCarthy, garden variety mixture of really lousy Saturday, A Saturday where I never got a chance to see Monica... because she slept-in till the afternoon hours. When she did wake up, she was very grumpy about the house and money and the kids...etc.
Saturday had no value. I should have skipped it.

Sunday wasn't absolute ecstasy.
More or less me and Calvin playing hoops, and acting like a dork with the kids. Calvin and I took a ride on the scooter... rented movies and ate junk, all while Monica slept. I had a good Sunday, even though everybody seemed to conspire against it. And with the last laugh, I even dragged a few of them into a good mood.

But now, I'm going home.