Getting Out Of The House

Still no improvement in Catherine's condition. Ginger called the doctor today (I think just to get me to get asking) and they said there's a stomach virus going around and they suspect that's what she has. What's worse is that based on her current symptoms they think she has at least a couple more days before she's over it. They said something about the fact that it comes in waves, and people think they're getting better, then they get worse. And they said it was affecting everyone differently (which makes me wonder how they can quantify what the symptoms are, but I won't go there).


With Catherine being sick though Quinn hasn't been able to really get out of the house and do anything. So I came home early today (and this was after getting in late, so it was a short day, I could get used to this) and took him to the park for while. Because I feel like if I hadn't either he would have gone stir crazy or he would have completely gotten on Ginger's last nerves. Or it could have been both I suppose, in fact that's probably the more likely scenario.


When I first was editing the above shot on the computer the first thing I thought was "Hey, I really like his expression, it's a shame I didn't have more light in the tunnel". Then I thought "Great, the shadow of my head is in the picture". Then after looking some more I realized "Man that thing is dirty, I might as well have been letting him crawl around in dirt".

After we left the park we went to Chick-Fil-A to get Quinn some dinner and then ran by the grocery store on the way home. Sadly I couldn't convince him to get a chicken sandwich for dinner and he insisted he wanted the chicken nuggets. And here I thought the recent chicken patties we've had him eat at home were making progress on switching over to a chicken sandwich at some point, but I guess that point is still a ways off at the present.