Saturday, Pete and I went to the funeral of his friend, Phil. Phil was a big car guy, and the "funeral' was held at Mission Raceway Park, in one of the buildings there.

Phil's car
Saturday, I woke up with almost no voice and a slight fever. I was a trooper and went to Phil's funeral with Pete. We had to stand in the damp cold and rain, since it was standing room only. I'm sure this didn't help my cold at all. On Sunday, we were planning on going to church, but along with my sore throat, no voice and fever, I had a swollen right eye! Pete decided to take me to the walk in clinic, instead of church, and I was glad he did! The dr. gave me really strong antibiotics for my cold and antibiotic drops for my eye. He said I had a stye in my eye. Sunday, I pretty much slept. Same for Monday. Tuesday I started to feel a bit better, since the antibiotics started working. Today, I was feeling really good and went to work.
