On Thursday morning the five of us flew from Boston to San Francisco. Tommy had his own seat, with a car seat strapped into it, so he got the window! The flight was fairly uneventful for the first 4 hours; then Tommy threw up onto himself and me. Half an hour later, he threw up all over Kate. We tentatively attributed this to the fact that it was his first flight.
At SFO we picked up a minivan, and headed south towards Carmel. Tommy was still sick. We arrived by mid-afternoon, and had an early dinner and hit the sack. The following afternoon, Chris arrived, by which point Merry and Kate were both feeling unwell. At this stage it all gets complicated, messy, and hard to remember. All five of us were affected; late that evening there was a run to the local E.R. for diagnostic tests and a litre of saline drip; Chris also drove over to the all-night pharmacy to fill some prescriptions. And as each of us got rid of the virulent GI bug, we slept… for hours and hours.
By comparison, the other events – like the near-collapse of the ceiling in a guest unit bathroom, or hunting all over Salinas for an Amtrak bus – were unimportant.
More coherent blogging will be resumed when circumstances permit….