I am so old now that getting sick may be terminal. I have been making strange breathing noises for a week but I have not died, yet. Peggy is almost completely recovered from her version of this plague and that’s good.
Since I am such a pussy, we stayed around the trailer almost all day. We took a little tour of the local rural roads around our campground and spotted some magnificent houses on big grape-growing estates and wandered into Cloverdale for some tobacco but, other than that, we were boring and did almost nothing outdoors. We did make some campground reservations for the immediate future although the wi-fi is so slow here that we almost expired waiting for the Thousand Trails website to load.