So, I woke up around 8:30 this morning unable to do more than croak out vague noises not unlike some of the freaky animalpeeps from the Island of Doctor Moreau (I'm making up the spelling here as it's been a long day and I'm lazy) only to find:
I promptly went back to bed.
( And it got worse from there )
The only good to have come from this day was getting to take a bath. In a tub. I missed that this last year and a half in the cottage what only has a clear walled shower (complete with voyeristic cats).
Tomorrow's trauma: Getting to know the PX. If DH can find it.
- It's freezing in the house. Not quite breath-seeing cold, but definitely teeth chattering.
- DH had decided that he really needed to shine his combat boots. On the carpet of the guest bedroom. Without a newspaper or anything. On the carpet. The carpet.
- I was still sick.
- And there was still no hot water.
I promptly went back to bed.
( And it got worse from there )
The only good to have come from this day was getting to take a bath. In a tub. I missed that this last year and a half in the cottage what only has a clear walled shower (complete with voyeristic cats).
Tomorrow's trauma: Getting to know the PX. If DH can find it.
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