Oh kay. This week is not going the way it was originally planned to. To start, Beth and I had planned several months ago to take a trip to Ontario this long weekend to visit the House of Industry and Refuge, a poor-farm now-museum that I recently found out in our genealogical odyssey is where her maternal great-great-grandmother lived the last years of her life. How she got there, we do not know. But we do know she went from Iowa to Ontario somehow, had epilepsy, and died of an aneurysm around 1915. But, we cancelled because neither of us are really healthy, we don't have a passport for Beth, and we're low on funding for another trip. Just as well, really, because remember that coughing illness Beth had a couple weeks ago, when we were camping in Holland? Now I have it. It's been bad enough that I stayed home from work Thursday and Friday, but now it's bad enough that I'm looking forward to going to the doctor tomorrow. It certainly got no better over the weekend, although I did go to the Black Pine Animal Sanctuary with Beth and the kids today. Probably shouldn't have.