Brad’s leaving today. Boooooooooo…….. Worst day ever.
Lloyd has been fighting a cold for the past few days, and – God bless him – he has moved out of the bedroom. The first night of this cold he coughed and sneezed and tossed and turned and was generally
worth killing quite sick, so I moved downstairs.
Now he lives there, and after waking up Wednesday morning with a very sore throat, we set him up with a humidifier. So, he spent all day in a warm, super-humid room. Did I mention that the high was 95 degrees with 92% humidity? He could just sleep outside. Or open a window. (Honestly, the idea of opening a window did not occur to me until just now. Excuse me while I go suggest that.) (Window is open now.)
Anyway, when I came back home from my meeting tonight, it was like a scene from Forrest Gump.
Feel better soon, Lloyd. I have some stuff I need you to do.