The Desert
What I assumed to be allergies while we were in California turned out to be colds. Both Bella and Remi were coughing but with no other symptoms. Either they were sick, or maybe we picked up a bug from the flight attendant on our airport shuffle who was complaining of a head cold. I wanted to say, “Lady, no one wants to hear that. Complain of a sinus infection, if you have to say anything.” In any case, my sinuses filled up, and I joined the TB ward brigade, hacking and wheezing away. On Tuesday, after Ryan’s overnight shift, we drove out to Anza Borrego State Park, a 90 minute drive up and over the mountains. Going there and coming back just about did me in. A bunch of the snot in my nose drained down to my stomach, so in addition to my sinus headache, I was nauseous. Delightful. But it was worth it. The rocky scenery looks like pebbles in a stream, but house-sized. I guess the remnants of glacial action? We saw a wild turkey crossing the road on the way. The desert flowers ...