Change in plans

Ian is home! Yeah! I expected we would spend the evening viewing his pictures from the trip and listening to his stories about his friends and all the colorful characters he met in New Orleans. The poor boy is sick and sound asleep. Walked in the door, undressed and climbed into bed. He called last night complaining about a high fever, cough and nausea. Pepto Bismol? Tylenol? Sleep? That's about the extent of my nursing skills. I'll bring him ginger ale and hope he's better soon.