Today, Jene’ and I had planned a quiet day. Jene’s been sick since Thursday (flu) and my allergies are making my throat feel as if it’s on fire. So, around 2:00 we get this call from Jene’s brother-in-law — he’s in town and he wants to stop by. (Actually, he wanted to go out to lunch, but since Jene’s had the flu — not a good idea). I can only imagine what people thought of his license plates on first glance (State Official/SO 12). In other words, if you see any scandalous headlines about Texas’ highest ranking Hispanic elected official making house calls in Houston (to two little white women), they’re not true. He has his own little white woman in Austin.
Later in the day, our friend Nestor, who is moving to Florida at the end of this month, took us out to dinner. Jene’ had a very bland baked potato. I had shepherd’s pie (and my throat is still on fire). Then we came back here and talked for a while, then Nestor went home to a barrage of e-mails from us about churches in the Melbourne, FL area, as well as where he could find Chinese food (6 places within a 46 mile radius). Melbourne is a small town compared to Houston. I’m sure he’s in for some culture shock.
Now I’m feeling rather sleepy, except for this sore throat.