October 12, 2020

White Dog asked, "Dad how can you stay home on a sick day when you WORK from home?" 

Steve awakened in the very early hours of the morning congested and wheezing. His forehead was warm but he complained of being cold. He dosed himself up with a decongestant, some tylenol, and a glass of water ("I feel like all of my saliva has been stolen").

While he let Roman and Bella out for an early break so they could go back to their sleeping areas, he blew through half a box of tissues. Then he mumbled that he was going to try sleeping sitting upright on the reclining section of the sofa wrapped in a blanket. Half of the WDA went along with him to make sure he was well attended.

He woke again to make breakfasts for us all and regretted the slice of toast he barely nibbled at for himself. "Food does NOT feel good," he told Opal and Zsofia who would gladly have finished for him.

The White Dog Army stayed in quiet mode all morning and napped along with their patient. At two, Steve put on his shoes. "Where do you think YOU are going?" The Army demanded. "I am just going to run over and drop off our voting ballots," he told them. "It will be just there and zoom! right back!"

Famous last words. The line to deposit ballots at the County Clerk's annex stretched nearly two blocks. 

Mission accomplished, the WDA insisted Steve sip some broth and tea with his feet up. Soon all were sound asleep.