Hunter and I had this moment of stupid and drank from a pond in the woods.  For some reason, I was fine afterward and suspect it was just luck.  Hunter seemed okay too, but not for long and the next thing we knew he was sick with Cholera.  First time I’ve ever known  anyone to get cholera in my whole entire life, but then once you factor in dead folks still walking around, I guess it just makes some kind of sense.  Oh happy days…the rebirth of disease, pestilence and probably the four horseman of the apocalypse somewhere riding through the backwaters of a bayou.

Anyhoo, he’s finally better and I’m officially no longer nursemaid and “cleaning up after my man” woman.  Hallelujah!

PS  I found a fuel can with actual fuel in it.  Good thing I’m not a fire bug.