Jodi's sick

[sylvar]

We checked into a hotel last night because a chest cold (upper respiratory infection?) and worse-than-usual asthma left no room in Jodi's lungs for allergens. I had to take two days off from work again, because Jodi can't come home until the place is clean, and there is a LOT of cleaning to do.

Still, now that I've purchased about 60 skirt/slacks hangers and several large plastic bins, the bedroom is about as organized and clean as it's going to get (except the computer desk and the top of the dresser). And the living room is clean too, except for the laundry that I haven't put away yet.

Tomorrow I'll be working on the dining room, hallway, and (as I have time for it) my room. Whenever I'm tempted to take a break, I just remember that this is costing me $80 per night, and since I won't be done before checkout time tomorrow, we're looking at three nights. Ouch. It's about the best possible time to take a hit like that, though -- rent's paid, and there's nothing else that's due in the next week or so... definitely a miracle of timing.

(Miracles are all about the timing: if the Red Sea had parted the day before Moses got there, or the day after, it wouldn't have mattered much...)

Comments

You're a good man, Ben

[(Anonymous)]

Last year I had a hellish relationship with a girl named Clara. She didn't trust modern machines such as vacuum cleaners, was messier than ..ehum.. you used to be =), wore wool sweaters constantly (allergic to wool), and cuddled with her cat (allergic to those too) while wearing them. Then she got all bent out of shape when I started getting sick all of the time when I started living with her. Apparently it was MY problem and not hers. It's good to hear that for at least some people in the world, love and caring are still mutual.

// Michael