Thursday, January 13, 2011

MURPHY'S LAW

So here we are.  It's just after 3 pm and Sheila is calling from outside for me.  She had packed Robert and Cicily's kids into David's truck so she could go pick up Robert and drive them home and then go pick up Zack and drive him to his tai -kwan-do lesson.  I was to show her the ways of the truck so she could run the heat and the power seat and stuff so she would feel comfortable in a new vehicle. So the thing won't start.  The battery is deader that the proverbial door nail.  So what to do?  Even though it doesn't have enough seat belts and I am putting my sweet wife in danger of getting a ticket we pack them up in our little Tiburon and off she goes.  I don't see her for about 4 hours and we have yet to sit down and talk.  I want to hear about her trip and see what other Murphy things cropped up and complicated her adventure.  On the phone she did tell me that Robert found himself without a key to get into the house.


As for my day I was like a leaky faucet all day long.  My cold turned into a marathon runny nose, and made my day quite miserable.  I did nap once, but mostly I just kept plodding along working as if I felt good.  And as a reward I am exhausted.  I am going to finish this and go up to bed.  It's just 8 pm, but I can't keep at any longer.  Maybe part of that is old, but I think mostly its sick.


Sick days do not exist in my world and the rule is: togetitdoneIgotta doitallbymyself!  Does anyone out there feel sorry for me?

 

1 comment:

  1. I could lie and tell you that I feel sorry for you, but the truth that YOU taught me is "That's life!" It's not fair for anyone, which makes it fair. We all have our trials, we all get sick. We deal with it and move on. But you don't have to doitallbyyourself! That's another truth YOU taught us. This too shall pass.
    As I reread that, I don't mean to sound harsh. I wish you weren't sick. But the body is the flesh and with the flesh come all the pains and strains. Just shrug your shoulders and be grateful for the body. Love you! and it's Sherri, not Nick. I can't figure out how to get my own comments.

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