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I traveled home for lunch yesterday.  Which is my daily routine during the work week to check up on the folks and make sure nothing has burned down during the four hours  that I’m away from the house.  

No fires.

But,  I walked in to chaos and mayhem.  My nephew is holding something and complaining that it’s biting him.  This is not the same nephew that works for the local mortuary.  This is the Nobel Prize candidate.   He’s our resident rocket scientist.   Yes I’m being sarcastic.

Well he was holding a fiddle back ya’ll and it was biting him repeatedly.   I said slowly and clearly to let go of the spider and kill it.  He blinked a couple of times and finally dropped it.   He was replacing the ceiling tiles in the kitchen where the fire took place and it had a web between the roof and the hanging frame for the tiles.   It dropped on his arm and started biting him.  After two bites he grabbed it and that’s when it started biting his fingers.    Meanwhile,  I’m freaking out. 

I went to bed early because my legs were starting to swell again.  I fell asleep only to wake up about two hours later not able to breathe.  I get up on my hands and knees and try to cough.  Nothing.   I can’t get oxygen down my throat and into my lungs.   It must have been a good 45 seconds before my throat opened back up.   I had aspirated in my sleep.   My throat still hurts.  I didn’t sleep the rest of the night.  I was worried about dying in my sleep.  

I did manage to walk on the Farmington track again this morning.  Rugby team was there again.  I avoided all poles in the vicinity.   I was very happy.   They were very energetic. 

Apart from the random bumps in the road life sure is good.