G and I had gone out to do a little shopping and have a nice lunch. When we got home, we found The Curmudgeon not doing real well.

He was running another fever. He felt warm, his speech was slurred, he couldn’t bend his legs, he couldn’t sit himself up, walking was beyond him.

We called an ambulance and after running multiple tests at the hospital, they admitted him. They can’t figure it out. I hope they keep him long enough to find what has been causing these fevers to pop up and wipe him out so badly.