Just flexing my German mind muscles.  Badly I might add.  Anyway, it's a weird weather day but at least I am finally at work.  You see, my last week ended with my usual compressed day on Friday and me ostensibly studying though not much because I was so very tired.  I have literally piles of work on my desk and I simply can't think for all the work.  It has also made it hard to concentrate on my French. 

Saturday was a yoga class that is a trial thing for families with ASD kids; a wonderful idea, it involves a class set up specially for these kids and their families to come and do yoga.  This is great because more than anything they need help with relaxing their muscles and they need exercise activities that allow them to improve at their own rate, not in a competitive environment.  Little guy and I went and we loved it.  Then, for him it was a sleep over at a friend's house while Jim and I did our cable t.v. shoot that was like a "most Haunted" at the Arnprior museum.  It was neat but not too much activity other than a few orbs and mysterious cold spots.  Still, it was fun and good for an initial attempt at a paranormal investigation.  I also did my first tv hosting thing where I introduced the guests and explained a little about the museum.  Whether any of that gets used at all is anyone's guess but hey, how often do you get to play tv reporter lady?  Our evening ended at a respectible 1:30 am and that was fine.

Sunday, 7:30 a.m. I awoke with the feeling of a rubber band tightening around my waist.  Shaking, I ran to the bathroom.  I haven't been that sick in years, I'm just not a queasy stomach person!  I was so sick in fact that I wound up with a fever of 102.5 (F, though it felt like C) and literally couldn't go beyond the bedroom and bathroom all day.  Monday was a fever of 101 and the brave return to the ground floor where I slept on the couch.  It was also the call from the school at 2:50 asking me to get my son because he was having issues and was now holed up in a room.  Now, we had arranged for his developmental worker to go get him that day because Jim was in a meeting 50 km away and I was supposed to be at the office taking my written French exam.  The exam part I didn't do, obviously, since I didn't think they wanted me throwing up on the computer.    Still, I was in no shape to be anywhere so the arrangement for the pick up at school made sense to leave it as it was.  No, the lady told me, it has to be you that picks him up and if not what about someone else.  I told her we had someone else coming and she was all worried that this would be okay for this other person to get him and really wanted me there anyway, even after I told her by the time I got dressed and got there the person who was supposed to be there would be.  She insisted so I went.  Yes, our person was there, and interestingly enough, the story she got was that they made sure with me it was okay for her and not me to deal with this.  Weird.  After a bit of an odd discussion that had me thinking the person I was talking was inferring he was just being stubborn (autistic people "dial out" when things get too much and become uncommunicative - does he understand what's said to him?  Who knows and it's moot because he is incapable of doing anything when his wires have shortcircuited).  Ah well, the end result was him going home with me and all of us napping on assorted living room furniture for the rest of the evening.

Tuesday was 100 and going down, able to eat, but son was sick.  I did some of my university course and finally handed in something!  Today I felt okay enought to come in.  Little guy is still sick, but that's fine, this bug is just plain nasty.  Nature's little way of saying you damn well will relax and slow down!

On the bright side, with all the dog walking I'm doing I am finally making a decent dent in the quitting smoking weight I put on.  I think I've lost 14 pounds and am now 5 pounds shy of being within normal again!  Yippee!  Of course for me, up until that time I've always been either underweight to close to it (naturally, that's my metabolism, I don't gain weight easily but I couldn't stop putting things in my mouth when I quit smoking), so that is still not my "me" comfortable weight.  I'd need to lose another 10 pounds to be back where I was when I was smoking believe it or not.  Ah well, not impossible with this feisty dog we have.

So that's it for me, and just letting people know I'm back to my usual ridiculously busy self, but not sad any more.