Some sort of respiratory crud has got me down, but today is the day for a particular report, so I've been on my work cell, waiting for the last person's contribution. Deadline for this was Friday, and my boss is sending the report out by noon, and my body is killing me wanting sleep - but I want to be sure he has what he needs. It's just unfortunate I can't provide that last piece.
On the other hand, I have a fully functional laptop to do this work on.
I'm actually good for cold meds, but have to go to the corner store at some point today because the tub decided to stop draining, and ... ew. But that situation can't wait, so I'll give the last reporting person till the boss's stated drop-dead of noon, give it a few minutes after that, go get some Drano, and the come home, pour it down, and finally hurl myself back into the bed.
What is it with me and plumbing when I get sick?? Last year I had nasty bronchitis and the downstairs bathroom STILL hasn't been rebuilt. (Pipe burst.) Now I have a cold and the drain won't drain.
Ahh, a 64-year-old house is an adventure.
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