Germ-phobic

Yesterday was another lovely one in northern California and tourists were out in full-force.  Steve and I walked around the Plaza with all the other amblers and dog walkers - including the woman nudging a yapping chihuahua into a store saying, "Now use your words nicely."  (She was probably from San Francisco where folks are truly goofy about their small-breed canines.)  There were no empty parking places and the businesses were full of shoppers.  It is so nice to live in a vibrant community.

On second thought about that woman - last week I was in Trader Joe's and in an aisle where an employee was stocking a shelf.  "Okay, Cart, have it your way," I heard her say.

I looked at her, she looked at me.  "Uh, were you talking to your grocery cart?" I asked.

"Yes, I was!" and we both had a chuckle.  People fascinate me no end.

By evening I had a fever which sort of freaked me out given my current lack of an immune system.  I've been avoiding crowds and anything germy - have let Steve do all the chicken care, for example - but still the thermometer was reading close to 102º.  I was told to go straight to the emergency department if I had a fever above 100.5º that I couldn't bring down below that threshold with Tylenol.  But I did!  I took two tablets and was below 100 an hour later.

Don't you just love it when you can avert a crisis?