A mild scare

We were up at a leisurely hour and took a walk with the big dog, Beethoven. We didn’t go too far but didn’t need to because it was uphill most of the way. It is more taxing than walking the lake. We came home and cleaned up for a trip to the new school that the kids will be attending. We had hoped to take a tour but didn’t get an appointment. We went to Kroger to shop because we don’t have any in NC and then went to a Mexican restaurant for lunch. Stacy likes their frozen margaritas and ordered one for us. We were shocked when the medium turned out to be about 32 ounces. The food was good but my margarita was left slightly unfinished. We came home and watched Chicken Little in the afternoon. Later we played cards with the kids and waited for Tom to come and grill the bratwurst we had brought. In the meantime, Peter stacked many aluminum cans on their hill and got in his motorless go cart and crashed into them several times, sending them flying into the air. We then ate dinner and went to watch You, Me and Dupree, a silly movie that was a pirated version from NYC. Just as it began, I became very hot. I don’t remember ever being so hot. I tried standing but soon had to sit down. Stacy got a soft frozen ice pack from the freezer and put it on the back of my neck. I was not sure whether something serious was going on. I kept waiting for pain in my arm, neck or jaw, but none of the above occurred, praise to Jesus. After about 20 minutes, I began to cool down. We were watching the movie, but I could see everyone looking to see whether I had fallen over. We (all but Tom) finished the movie and went to bed. He has to get up so early to catch the MARTA for his work in downtown Atlanta, so he retired about 2/3 of the way through.