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And the farther along the day went, the more sniffly I got and the more I started coughing. By the time we got to Kevin and Pat/s, I was pretty much sick as a dog--again!
But, we all made the best of it. They put up with my blowing my nose, groaning, and coughing, and I put up with everyone else's infernal cheeriness.
We had a good time Friday night, and a good meal of venison chili. Then Saturday we got up and went exploring into Kevin's and my history.
An ealry stop was the two houses we lived in when Dad was in seminary. We lived in the right half of the first one, and the top half of the second.
Then we went into the university library, where Lori persuaded Kevin and Pat to get library cards, which they did on the spot (maily for the extensive video collection).
Next we went by the elementary school, lair of the infamous Miss Esther.
Then we drove down the mountain to Cowan, so I could take a gander at my first junior high school.
We had lunch back on the mountain, then we all took a nap in the afternoon.
That night, I begged off the planned dinner party with Kevin and Pat's friends, Charles and Catherine. I had no energy at all, and was coughing my fool head off. Lori and I want to meet them, but this didn't seem like a good time for anyone to do it.
I crashed that night at about 9:30. Lori, Pat and Kevin stayed up a little longer to visit.