1st April 2024
And I’m feeling like crap. I woke up with a dry throat, the first signs of a cold coming, that got progressively worse through the day. I usually feel a bit rough the first few days back, but I put that down to travel scank. I cast my mind back to my journey, noting the big man whose shoulders I was in contact from Chicago to Grand Rapids, could he have given me this bug?
I then remembered another big man dressed in cargo shorts who gave me an exclusive view of his arse crack whilst loading things into the overhead compartment, but as we were not in any contact, I filed it away as an unpleasant visual image.
Kelli had a few errands to do, so I went along hoping my sickness would ease, but it got worse.
I managed to do a bit of sanding to the top of a large dresser, the latest in a long line of big bugger pieces.
I soon began to flag, I spent the rest of the evening wrapped in a blanket trying to stay warm.
Another Lifetime to go 