The Never Ending Cough

I was surprised Delaney didn't call me this morning. I slept with the bluetooth headset next to the bed, awaiting his call. I woke up at 6:30, expecting the phone to ring, and lightly slept until 6:50, worried I'd miss the call. Finally I got up, and started my day. When he hadn't called by 7:15, I headed out for a run.

I got back, showered, and was out the door, driving to Richmond. Just as I got onto the highway at 8:05am, my phone rang. Delaney was calling from a strange number, apparently a phone for one of the scholars advisors. He was sad, and sick, coughing constantly and with a headache. I was almost ready to turn and go get him, but after trying to lift his spirits and talking with the advisor, they were going to get him to a nurse for cough syrup.

I headed around DC, and then called once I was in VA. The person I talked to said he was doing better, and I'm not sure how to interpret that. He's sometimes a little soft with things like this, especially when he feels overwhelmed. I hate for him to miss things, but I don't want him to hate it either.

Tia called as I was getting to Richmond, and we talked a bit. She's worried about him more than I, and so she called in and left a message. We're not sure what the best thing to do is. I could potentially get back to DC around 10 tonight and pick him up, though that's not what I'd like to do. Kendall is having a long trip up from Va Beach, and I've been in the car for almost 3 hours. I'd rather sleep here and head back first thing. If possible, I'd like him to get through his last trip tomorrow and then I can pick him up in the afternoon and let him crash in the hotel.

Not a great trip for the boy, though I hope it's still a memorable (good) experience.