Ray is sick. Poor baby! I knew he had not been getting enough sleep. His throat was scratchy and he would have stayed in bed if he could have. He took some medicine and went to work. At AAHS, I continued working on the DCA grant, getting to the budget part. whew. We have a new family-5 children! The 3 and 4-year-olds were around for now, until child care is arranged. M. was at a meeting, applying for money. We did get the $1000 I asked for from the Junior League. One of us has to go to the ceremony next month to get it.

I thought I had forgotten my lunch, so Ray went to Wendy's and got me a grilled chicken sandwich and we ate in my office. At 2, he came back and got me, we went home, and he went to bed. My lunch wasn't there either. Then I remembered, I had stuck it in the refrigerator at work when I got there first thing and then forgot about it.

It was a beautiful sunny hot day in the 70s. I finished up two giant pans of mac & cheese to freeze and spent most of the afternoon out in the garden, shoveling wood chips and manure. Good news! The first asparagus is up. It was getting so late in the spring, we were worried about it. The Captain attached pipe to a raised bed to make our second "hoop house." It will keep the squash warm and protect them from insects.

We didn't go to potluck. Captain and Vanessa had bought hot dogs and ground beef and he cooked them on the grill. I cut up the yellow squash and got the frozen French fries in the oven. I woke Ray up for dinner (he had asked me to) and he stayed up for a couple hours. I went to choir at 8:20 to rehearse the song we are singing for Easter (Sakura), but not the rest of the music for this Sunday.

Of course, I feel terrible that Ray is sick. I hope it is exhaustion or a 24-hour bug and he will be better tomorrow. Driving to the coast for 5 hours will not be fun, and spending the weekend in a strange bed, trying to be nice to people. I also hate how it impacts me--no racquetball, no chili cookoff tonight. And I sure hope I don't get it--or my parents--or our relatives this weekend. I feel a little stuffy and scratchy--but it could be psychosomatic.