Woke early this morning coughing. I wandered over to the counter in my Klamath Falls motel room, opened a plastic cup, pulled a jug of grape juice out of the refrigerator, and poured a cup of juice. I was still sleepy, so I couldnt decide if I was coughing because my throat was dry or because my allergies were kicking in. Maybe it was the smoke from the fires. I quickly realized something was wrong. Juice was pouring between my fingers. In the dark I stumbled to the dark trying to cup my hand under the glass. Dropping it in the sink, I turned on the light. Oh, the horror, a trail of grape blood led from the scene of the crime to the broken glass in the sink. Spent the next 30 minutes cleaning up the room. I started to go back to bed, but discovered I was still coughing -- I had forgotten to get anything to drink. So I poured another cup of juice. Like the saying on the shampoo bottle, Rinse repeat. Spent 20 minutes cleaning up after the second broken glass revealed itself. Still coughing, I finally pulled a glass out of my food bin, poured a small test sample and took a decongestant. As the motel towels soaked in the sink, I got dressed and prepared for a day of work. The coughing was gone as well as any desire to return to bed. Oh, the adventurous, romantic life of an archaeologist!
Posted on: Mon, 08 Sep 2014 13:38:13 +0000
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