Transitions

After what happened in high school, it won't be until until a homecoming game four years later that we meet again. So I figure I'll continue the narrative of my own life during the years without the Queen and call them "The Silent Years" since nothing of note really happened other than my growing up just a little bit, and being mostly stupid and getting myself into debt. The Queen had her own mishaps and trials during this time as well, but to include that in the tale of us would be a bit silly. In addition, I don't want to go on and on about this silent time when you might be more interested in the actual story of us meeting at that homecoming game and growing from there. Frankly, I like that story a lot better, but things do happens during the silent time that play into things that happen then, so I also don't want to leave that part of the story untold.

So here's my compromise. This blog will now split from two timelines to three. I still plan on covering the present day and all the wonderful drama of our current life; I'll have the Silent Years covering that four year period where we weren't together and actually dating other people to our own detriment; and finally, the Love Story will continue four years after high school where we re-meet and everything takes off. I'll also note that I remember that period a whole lot better since I wasn't trying to block it out.

So three directions at once from here. After high school, I went into the military for a couple years and the Queen went into college, graduating only weeks before we re-met. The Love Story continues just prior to a homecoming that neither one of us intended to be at. And the present day moves on with everyone being completely sick (except for Rock Girl, but we fear her time will come).

Yup, I'm sitting here, hyped up on Mucinex wishing the cough would just go away so my chest will feel better and not so tight and painful. My nose is running, and fortunately, I'm past the headache that killed me over the weekend. I had gone in on Saturday night to work, but I got steadily worse as the night wore onward. I slept for eleven hours on Sunday, skipping church entirely, and then still didn't go in on Sunday night. Even now, two days later, I'm not back together.

The illness actually began with Sassy Pants, and really, we suspect it originated on Thursday night when we saw my mother. My father didn't come because he had bronchitis, and my hope was we could all keep our distance enough so we didn't catch anything she might be carrying. Well, after she hugged Sassy Pants, Sassy Pants was the first to fall ill. Since Sassy Pants demands my personal attention ALL THE TIME, I was next. Thanks to my proximity to the Queen, she was next, and last night, the Socialite complained of a headache. Little by little we're passing it around to each one of us so we're all getting sick a little at a time. Oh, and my mother? She was diagnosed with the flu on Friday. This would be one of those times where the Queen could "I told you so" me since she recommended against going to dinner on Thursday night.

Oh well. As long as we all get better before next week, so the Queen can do her bunco thing, then life will be ok. That reminds me, I need to put the Christmas stuff away...