Sometimes I make really bad decisions. This time was one of them. Ali was back east visiting her family for a week. I had a sore throat for four days during the week, but it was gone by Friday. I wanted to go caching with our friend Rich and he had a rare weekend off so I decided as long as the sore throat was gone, it was okay. It was a really bad decision. By the last cache in the park in Bath, I was shaking and couldn't stop. Two more caches later, and I was a wreck. By the time I got home I was barely functional. This was not my finest hour of decision making.
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