I'm alive. Not completely well yet from my upper respiratory infection. I still have a lot of residual coughing and some head-spinning from my cures and vapors. I can sleep at most an hour or two at a time before the coughing wakes me again, so this week has not been a great one. I worked from home last Tuesday morning and then didn't come out of the house until Thursday; I've worked as much as I can, including on Saturday. I'm having to do more than I would in this condition because I'm also having to take up the slack for a co-worker whose mother is very ill with cancer.
Yesterday I stayed house-bound, but at least I was able to shine up the bathroom to a high degree. Everything is clean -- I even hand-scrubbed the floor and cleaned the venetian blinds. Shower curtain and rug washed. Fixtures and walls scrubbed and polished. Every cubic inch is clean, clean at last!
Now, someone find me a replicator so I can just push a button and have the rest of the house equally clean, please!
We've had a lot of flooding in the county this week. The South Fork River is currently at 25.8 feet -- flood stage is 17 feet. There were a lot of emergency rescues around the county this weekend -- people trapped in chest-high waters.
The thing I reported on that tickled me most this weekend was someone who drove a car through a local cabinet maker's shop.
"I shouldn't have been in the car," the errant driver told me after I got photos of the vehicle still inside the business, poking through the wall.
"It's going to be in the G.D. NEWSpaper!" the car's owner wailed at him (while wailing on him).
"I'm sorry, I really am. But that's what happens when someone drives a car through a building," I told her.
"Did you get good pictures of my car?" she asked.
Priorities. It's all about priorities, isn't it?