Chemical Superfreak
Chloraseptic, Robitussin, DayQuil, Contact, Contact PM, Centrum…
I have a chemical factory inside of me, thanks to this cold. Things seem to be worsening. My plan to get to the YMCA was thwarted (big surprise!) and I ended up spending most of the day on the road. Travel seems to be the natural enemy of exercise.
But I was the loyal friend, dog-sitting and house-sitting for a lawyer pal while her mattress was delivered to her home. From there, it was off to DFW Airport and the Terraces Hotel, which was the closest hotel to Coleyville, home of an applicant to Yale whom I needed to interview. She was a no-show, and I returned frustrated and wheezing. Passing out on the couch with this post half-typed, I awoke an hour later to phone call from Dad… who just rang the doorbell…
…ah, return I do to the typing of my blog post. Bleary and wheezy, I give up, having not even weighed myself. Tomorrow I return with a vengence… or a sneeze.