I think I may be sporting a sore throat. This cannot be good.
Special Olympics cross country practice was held yesterday at Rancho San Antonio, which could be the most beautiful place ever. We saw a flock of wild turkeys, five deer, all the farm animals including the barn cat and a very, very pregnant sow.
There was a bit of a fiasco at the end where one of the athletes' rides did not arrive until 45 minutes late. He was quite upset, in a foot-stomping restrained-yelling kind of way, but Mum and I stayed until a cab finally showed up for him. As glad as I am for services for the members of the team, watching services fail is very disappointing.