Anyway...


Unfortunately, I was feeling pretty crappy that morning. I had coughed all day Friday, but I just thought that was because I'd yelled so much at the game Thursday night. But then Saturday morning, I woke up all congested and achy. Uh oh.
By the time we got to the airport, I had chills and zero energy. I bought some Sudafed at an airport shop, and that gave me a little relief. I was glad to sleep some on the plane, too. Still, I knew I was a goner, and we just couldn't get home quickly enough.

By Monday I still wasn't better, so I had to call in sick. At my doctor later that morning, I found out that I had the flu and couldn't go back to work until Thursday. Great.
In spite of the rotten ending and the disappointing game, I had a blast in California. I'd never trade the chance to cheer for my Horns, win or lose, and it was GOLD to spend precious time with friends I get to see all-too-rarely.
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