When It Rains, It Pours

Today after considerable time steeling myself for the inevitable horrors of an ice-cold shower, I bit the bullet and took one (with quite a bit of, shall we say, “colorful language” thrown in for good measure). Along the way I discovered something, an ice-cold shower is a sure way to put me in a foul mood. It’s not “exhilarating”, it’s not “invigorating”. It’s horrible. It’s truly awful. It’s just a blindfold away from being actual torture.

Anyway, after doing my best to put this awfulness behind me it was off to the big reference laboratory where they’ll be drawing blood and doing my labwork, some 30 minutes away. I arrived at 3:40 feeling quite pleased with myself until I discovered that they closed at 3:30! Who the Hell, aside from elementary schools, calls it a day a 3:30?!?

So, having accomplished exactly nothing aside from wasting well over an hour driving, I arrived back home. Imagine my delight when I discovered that I didn’t have my house key. After several minutes attempting the old “credit card trick” I concede that I’m going to have to go retrieve my hidden emergency key.

Guess where it’s hidden? In the basement. The same basement that is filled knee-deep with ice-cold water which backed up through the floor drain from the storm sewer. At least when I was done I could rinse off with yet more ice-cold water and bask in my 55° apartment.

And that was my day.

2 thoughts on “When It Rains, It Pours

  1. Oh, man. Sounds like a bummer day. Try heating water on the stove and taking a bath.

    Oh yeah, I lost my cousin (up in MN) to liver cancer last week. My folks came up for the funeral so we stayed put for the break.

    However, I believe I made up for missing the flooding in Ohio by riding in four inches of wet, slushy snow on the way to work. Not the smartest thing I’ve ever done.

  2. Sorry about your cousin, JW. Too bad you didn’t make it back to Ohio; with me still being a bit anemic and thus even slower than usual, you could have dropped me like a sack of potatoes on a whim.

    It was a bad day, but I can’t complain too much. Any day that doesn’t include an ambulance ride or a funeral ain’t all that bad.

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