...we woke up on Sunday and I was STILL sneezing and feeling crappy, and of course I had to work. We were set to go out on the lake in Charon's boat, but just as we got there the skies opened up and it started to rain. We decided to part ways, and Rachel kicked up such a fuss at leaving Cameron, you would have thought they were siblings. (It was very sweet this weekend; Rachel said she wished Cameron was her brother and they both said they loved each other.)
She cheered up, though, when we stopped at a cheese store we all had noticed in -- not kidding -- Accident, Maryland. (How's THAT for a name?) Picked up some nice cheese and crackers that we are looking forward to serving to company if I don't dive into them first. Then we found a great little diner on the way back that made an excellent BLT sandwich and fries; Hershey's ice cream sundaes with REAL hot fudge, and incredibly slow service but it was worth it, so we'll probably go back. The restaurant, Barbara Fritchie's, was named for a woman who defied the Confederacy by flying the Union flag from her house despite Confederate soldiers' orders to take it down. History everywhere, this part of the country has.
And then I went to work, still incredibly sick and miserable but managed to make it through a shift and edit a front-page story AND a foreign story for the World section of The Post. I guess when there's a will, there's a way.
...And today, when I sent Charon a thank-you note for the great time (except for my allergies, of course), she sent me a reply that Cameron is experiencing the same symptoms so she thinks it's a cold. Which makes sense, because my throat feels sore and I'm waking up coughing and I just want to get better so I can go on vacation Friday with out being sick, for Gawd's sake.
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