I feel like I'm coming down with a cold (how? I work from home). The handyman [1] calls me in the morning telling me that he's going to show up at Condo Conner in another hour so don't go there yet!
Okay.
This is good. I get to sleep some more; hopefully to head off this cold. I promptly go back to sleep and wait for his second call.
The second call comes. I get up, dressed and nearly kill myself going down the stairs. Nothing that massive doses of Morphine and being in traction for six months can't cure.
Show up at Condo Conner to meet the handyman. We go over what he's to do; he knocks off a few bucks for missing the last two appointments and I leave him be for the next few days making repairs.
So now it's home to suck down OJ (Orange Juice), vitamins and sleep.