Im at the folks. Getting ready for lunch/dinner. I kind of slept through it all today. Im not sure if Im really sick or not. I know I have a slight fever. I know that its probably due to the late night swim Friday. But I also think its partly psychosomatic. I arrived yesterday afternoon. Greeted with cake and balloons. Congratulating me. It was sweet.

I knew I was burning up. I knew they would notice. But I didnt do anything about it. I knew once they kissed me. They would feel the heat. They would know their little girl was sick. Everything would spring into action. Thats exactly what happened. Soon I was being babied. Fussed over. I really missed that. It felt so good at Christmas. I guess I wanted to feel it again.

Lizzy was kind of miffed. She had made plans. A whole list of stuff to do. But that was soon dust. As soon as I was diagnosed. Mom ordered bedrest. So Lizzy crawled into bed with me. We played board games. Talked about our summer. She showed me the funny videos she filmed. I know that she had planned a lot of stuff. But the stuff that we did. It was just as entertaining.

Shes downstairs right now. Helping Aunt Susie bake breadsticks. Aunt Sophie is here too. I saw her from the window. Parading around in her bikini. Hanna is a no show. Shes still in Europe. I cant believe it. The folks are letting her get away with it. She keeps pushing. They keep folding.

I dont want to think about that right now. Im trying to block it from my mind. Trying to remember that dream I had. It was a naughty dream. Filled with lots of sex. If only I could remember.