Departure

Early morning.  Mom dropped me off at the Rollins after she took Daniel to school so that I could help Jonathan finish laundry and packing.  Then the sorrowful journey to drop him off at the airport, where I managed to twist my ankle.  Ick. Made me even more emotional than I already was.  Stopped by the mall on the way home to get my frame exchanged (we realized that the date had been engraved incorrectly).  When I arrived home, I found out that Dad had been diagnosed with the flu.  Between my injured ankle and the chance of catching the flu, I called in sick for Friday and ended up staying in town rather than heading back to Rock Hill that night.