Wednesday, October 21, 2009
They Say God Only Gives You What You Can Handle
Twelve hours after my fever broke, no water! The pump is seized. I have them here now working to replace it. I really need to wash. I stink. I reek of fever sweat.
It sure would have been awful if this sequence of events had been reversed.
I'm really enjoying the feeling of having my head attached to my body again. It's so... connected!
I was drinking close to a gallon of water a day, and in no condition to drive.
That's because I know how to talk to plumbers.