Back to the salt mine.

Even though I happy a crappy night last night (the antibiotics I'm on give me terrible drymouth and I'm still clogged six ways from Sunday) I poured myself into uniform and had Kiri chauffer me to work.

Everyone was glad to see me back, and wanted to know what had happened (our last message was "Doug's in the hospital for the next few days.") Luckily I had a very light day, load wise, and let the boss know I was not going to rush through this set of jobs. The regulars I hit had also heard about my illness and were glad to see me back, but...

Nobody cleaned my windows all week! Crom's blood, people, I know the washing fluid tank is empty, but I keep a bottle of glass cleaner, a roll of paper towels, and a long-handled squegee in the truck for just this reason!

It also helped that it is unseasonably warm in the Bay Area today. Spent most of the day with the windows down enjoying the warm weather.

By the end of my route, I was feeling the fact that I'm not totally better yet and have been pretty stationary for the past week. I let boss man know that when I got in, I was just going to pack it in. That ended up being about ten minutes early, but that head start let me make a set of miracle connections on light rail. The Santa Teresa train rolled up as I was buying my ticket, and at Ohlone-Cheynworth the wait for the Almaden train was under five minutes.

All I really need at this point is for the rest of this crap to drain, and finish off my meds so the horrible cotton mouth goes away.

Now, random lyric-spam!

( Megadeth - Sweating Bullets )