a lovely evening.

Very, VERY clean.
Very, VERY clean.

Our first indication there was a problem came Sunday afternoon, when I woke up from my pre-shift nap just as Mrs. Crappy was coming home from a trip to a nearby garden center.

Neither of us was feeling too swift.

Actually, the first thing I noticed was the fact that I lost my voice Friday night after the Wilco show; I was pretty, uh, enthusiastic during the concert, and simply thought the sudden baritone was a result.

Nope. By Sunday night, both Mrs. Crappy and I knew that we had some kind of fun chest infection. I wish I had a recording of the phone conversation; I sound a little like Barry White when I get these things, and Mrs. Crappy sounded like a 75-year-old lady cashing in her tokens at an Atlantic City casino after killing three packs of smokes.

I got home from work around 12:30 Monday morning, and sat down with a glass of whiskey — my favorite cold remedy — and, later, a mug of tea. That did the trick; the coughing slowed, and I was relaxed enough that I felt like I’d go right to sleep.

I went upstairs to get ready for bed … and that’s when our temperamental old commode decided it was going to flood the bathroom. Starting at 1:45 a.m., me and my fever mopped the floor three times — bleach, soap, rinse, with each cycle involving a trip to the basement and back — and then waited until the floor dried so I  could shower before I went to sleep. Which finally happened just shy of 3 a.m.

Yeah, I didn’t go to work today. I’m feeling a little bit better — Mrs. Crappy is definitely not — so we’ll see how things go tomorrow. But if I have to scrub the floor again tonight, all bets are off.

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  1. This is terrible. I had no idea it was this bad. How did Fred and I not end up the same?? I did lie around all day Sunday because I was SO tired. But wow. Totally sucks!

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