Hanging in There

This family doesn't even communicate with words anymore; instead, we talk via hacks, coughs and grunts. We are the Solomon's and we're sick as hell.

It really isn't all that bad but we are indeed all sick. It's pretty funny. I think everyone else in our hallway moved away after last night; we had to have kept everyone awake with our group coughing.

I blame it all on you, Finkel. You jinxed me.

One of the ancillary benefits of my legendary ability to metabolize food, is that I am equally adept at metabolizing disease. When I do get sick, my halflife is generally much shorter than others. So when my Hawaii doctor told me to expect to feel this one for 7-10 days, I don't think he foresaw me swimming a half mile in the ocean inside of 48 hours. I actually should not be such a punk - I will probably get even more ill tonight.

This place is beautiful and I'll post more when I have more time at the computer but my favorite part thus far: the age difference between some of the gentlemen guests and their female consorts. Money evidently does indeed talk. Especially if you are from Texas. I will try to take some stealth photos; you'll die laughing.