Dear Blog,

I meant to write to you over the weekend, but I got sick. Before I get into all the details, let me tell you about last week.

On Tuesday morning, I went to the Immigration Office in Mexico City to get my FM-3, or my Mexican work visa. They spelled my middle name "Siewrs," so I had to get some of the paperwork done over again--what a pain. And for some strange reason, they don't make copies at the Immigration Office, so I had to walk across the street several times to get photocopies and stuff. Finally, I got everything done, and I should be about to pick up my FM-3 this week.

Wednesday was pretty normal. I took a taxi home from work, and it appeared that my driver's stereo had been stolen because there was a big hole in the dash. It reminded me of the old Geo Storm. Anyway, the cab driver started whistling. I am not sure what song he was whistling, but it sounded like a cross between "The hills are alive with the sound of music" and "Hey Jude." It was a weird ride home.

Nothing exciting happened on Thursday.

On Friday, I felt fine when I got home from work, but everything started to go downhill from there. Somewhere in between mopping and bathing Monty, my throat started to burn, my nose got stuffy, and I started sneezing all over the place. I barely slept Friday night. I kept waking up because I couldn't breathe.

Saturday was more of the same. All I did was sit on the couch all day, except when I got up to walk little Monty.

I started feeling better yesterday, and I feel much better today. Juan got up early this morning to go to Oaxaca, so it is just me and the little guy. Right now, Monty is digging a pretend hole in his blanket.

Well, I gotta walk the Beag. I'll write you soon!

Love,
Jenny en la ciudad