Sick

Tim is sick. Sick, sick. He didn't want donuts this morning - sick. He is sleeping while on amphetamines - sick. Poor baby. It hit hard and fast on Thursday and hasn't let up. He also has a motorcycle trip planned with his dad all next week. So tomorrow sick or not he is going to set out for San Angelo on his gold wing - sick. I just pray he gets some good sleep in the mean time. And cookies. I can do cookies.