Sore Throat

My throat feels like it is caked with scabs of acid that are on fire. I wake up in the night and wonder what I'm forgetting about the wedding. Last night I dreamed that I was in India and the Fritchmans came to visit me in this warehouse and there was a flood and all the merchants took their stuff to this plateau and I climbed up there and there was nowhere to walk and I climbed over some merchandise and the merchant picked me up and set me down in a moving convertible right on top of some people and I was wearing a dress. I got to hold baby Webb in church on Sunday and he is very wonderful for reminding you why you do what you do. If you are me. I love the eTrade commercial where the baby calls the old golfer "Shankopotamus". That is one wise-cracking baby. JohnJohn has a big math test today. I love to peek in his room at night and see him working complex problems at his desk while listening to his headphones. Jack Bauer doesn't play by the rules. That is why you are still alive.