The Fever

[Redhawkjrt]

Now that we're inside the 90 day "window" to DGRRX, the fever is beginning to kick in. I find myself scanning the central Illinois weather forecasts for days over 40 degrees that might allow me to wash the car and contract double pneumonia at the same time. I am already making a mental list of things that require my attention. Soon, my condition will deteriorate sufficiently so that I will be forced to start making written lists. You know, LISTS. Like, what to take, who to contact about caravanning, what arrangements to make for the dogs (anybody want a surly half blind 13 year-old chow?), and so on. The final stage of the disease has arrived when check marks start to appear on these lists, indicating an incurable condition which can only be controlled by three days of great roads and great people. What a ravaging, debilitating sickness this is. I pray not to be cured anytime soon.