Today, like most days I'm sick again. This time I'm pretty sure it's the flu. But the time could not have been any worse. You see, I'm finally moving. We're moving back in with Magy's parents, at least just for a little while. This was my decision, I thought it best. This way we can celebrate the holidays stress-free, and save up money. (Perhaps even enough to move into a tiny home or a property we own?) We have to get Elvis neutered first though (sorry Elvis.) But I'm not terribly sick, and typically when I get sick it only takes me a few days to feel better. I'm not concerned about it, at least not too much. 

I did have a fever dream last night. (a few actually) And one that particularly sticks out to me involved none other than Charlie and Scott. I can't remember many details, So I will do my best to describe part of the dream that sticks out to me. I'll fill in the parts that slipped my mind with the glue that is my consciousness, but still maintain equally its bizarreness.

By all intents and purposes, she couldn't see just how dramatic she was being, regardless of how justified it was. It was clear to me, that she was having some sort of breakdown. Reduced to nothing but a prickly cactus, she launched her needles at anyone who dared to get close enough to help. I understood this about her and had seen it before. "It's not worth your time" Charlie begrudgingly told me. He stood as he typically did, in incompliant support of the young woman, whom I'd known ever since she was a child. It was exactly like the old days. He stood with his arms folded, his back straight as a fiddle next to the woman slumped on the ground. I shook my head in disagreement "I know how she is, I can fix things like the old times" I told my brother. I knelt down next to her, extending out my hand in the hopes of taking hers. Instead, I felt a sharp pain in my hand. I tried to ignore it "C'mon, It'll be okay kid." I said softly. I turned around and shuffled away when i felt a long needle stab me just below my eye, hiding behind a pillar and pulling the sharp object from my skin, it itched and oozed red blood down my cheek. "I told you." Charlie said quietly, almost as if to himself rather than me.