Walking Pneumonia

Fans, as we have been suspecting, Our Hero has, in fact, been sick. After a fifth day of not fevers, but above normal temperatures; intermittent wet coughing; and Joe just seeming off; Julie got an appointment this afternoon and took him in. He took the examination entirely in stride, and did his best to take deep breaths. The diagnosis: walking pneumonia. So he is on zithromax (a Z-pack!--but in liquid, cherry-flavored form) for five days. Julie and Joe went off to Target to pick it up, where Our Hero walked. He does have walking pneumonia after all. He was not to be dissuaded. He pushed the cart for a while and then stopped dead at a corner of the outside track, if you will, and said, "I want to run." And oh, Fans, I (Julie) felt him. I really did. Those aisles looked ripe for a good tear down them. But we don't run in stores. Joe took it like a man. Instead, he put whatever struck his fancy in the cart, and we split a carton of goldfish from an end cap before we picked up the prescription, and walked on out.