Barb, I got no comprehension of what you just said, but I really really hope all is OK with you. Trucks and paramedics and Sheriffs are a lot for one night, or a year.

Kristin and Drew, I loved the pictures. Have a wonderful wedding and a honeymoon, and aww, God, you look so happy. I remember, the F2F, when I was there by video camera, and just saw you and went "wow". I know I said "wow" and "hey" lots of times this evening/morning, but that was because that 1. it was really early morning, 2. there were so many Buffistas there to love, and see for the first time, that my vocabulary didn't kick in. But in your case, I remember that the "wow" was for "wow! Look at these happy, shiny people!". Kristin, happiness suits you, and I wish you and drew nothing but this (and health) for a very, very long time.

Shane's pictures are as always, so joyful. How is the little punk, and how are you two doing, GC?

{{javachick}} and {{Seska}}. Please listen to other wise Buffistas. I'm sorry - and a part of me can't believe that great, gorgeous people like yourselves have to go through shit like this - for it is craziness. You deserve so much more than doubt and hostility. This isn't quite it.

Thank you all for the feel better wishes (WS - I laughed and laughed). Unfortunately, my body still differs, and it's getting quite creative about it. A woman-person gets up at 6am to go to another full day and uni+volunteering gig. She doesn't feel that great, and suspects she's high on fever, but hey, she's still standing and able to do things, so what the hell, right? Wrong. 10 minutes before I was planning to leave the house, after I took 2 sips of tea, I felt really, really sick, and pretty much puked my soul out. I don't know if there's a similar expression in English, but it is the expression in Hebrew, even though now it makes me think of demons/curses a-la Angel. After it, fever shivering started, just in case I still thought of getting out. 5 hours later in bed, I'm still weak, feeling a little bit sick, and need drugs to control fever and headaches. Which is JOY. Trying to get little sips of water and some food just not to take the drugs on empty stomach. Lovely.

But I really, really, really do need to get better by tomorrow. Because I'll have another chance to meet The Girl and Seska, and I won't be able to meet The Girl if I'm sick, because of her dad's chemo.

I think I'll get back to bed now. You see, it took me over 40 minutes to type this post. And it's just the time for to take some more pills, yay!

Shir, we say puke your guts out . Not quite as dreadful or spiritual as the Hebrew, is it? I hope you feel better soon.

Then I guess the soul is in the guts. And thank you.

Then I guess the soul is in the guts.

Not if you've been puking.

It is -29°F (-34˚C) here.

I am so not going out there to put a new battery in Andi's car.

-34˚ C?!

I didn't think such temperature existed.

Beth, that exact plan was already in the works (irt timeline). One of the reasons this trip is so hard is that it's become increasingly clear what the result is actually going to be.

-34˚ C?!

I didn't think such temperature existed.

Well, technically -33.88888888888889 according to online conversion.

Only -5°F (-20˚C) here in Otter Lake. I'm thinking of not going outside today. The kids want me to wander a trail on snow shoes. I know the physical activity will warm me up, so maybe. Web cam shot from town, the ski mountain one isn't working at the moment. (frozen?) [link]

{{javachik}}

It's January, the windows in my house are open, there was a little bit of sun during the say and I think now it's around 14˚C.

You, as far as I know, are all living in another dimension.