Snowed in, in Florida (sort of)

It’s cold, snowy and nasty in Toronto. The Polar Vortex has taken hold and made lives miserable, and created the Canada everyone thinks we live in all year round. Or so I hear.

I’m sitting in Florida on a couch surrounded by dogs, sniffling and whining about still being sick.

One of the two of our crew who’ve actually made it home just told me he’d rather be sick in Florida than healthy in Toronto right now. And that I have no right to complain. It won’t stop me, but at least it’s clear I have no foot to stand on.

We’ve arranged for 2 of our crew to fly home tomorrow, rather than drive back with us in order to get them home in time for classes.
Gerry and I will be driving the car back as scheduled… but not exactly when scheduled since this illness has already derailed our earlier plans of hitting the road on Sunday.
Aside from us being sick, it might have been the wisest move anyway, since I just heard the border was closed yesterday anyway. That would have been NO fun, sitting in line for a border that never opens in the cold and blowing winter.

So, yes, still in Florida.
Yes, still sick.
Yes, brain splitting headache.

The good news is that based on everyone else’s recovery, this is the last stage of this illness and I should be functional again tomorrow. In fact, the first sign on my path to recovery was a sarcastic and snarky remark yesterday. When you hear that first smart-assed remark after someone in my family has been sick, you can always tell they are on the road to recovery.

Not really relishing the idea of getting in a car and starting to drive tomorrow. But it will be an adventure and we will make it enjoyable and fun.
Right now I’m reaching for the advil and think I’ll crawl back into bed.