The day gefore ...

Twas the day before G-Day,

And all through the house

Not a creature was partying, not even a spouse.

Instead, what the spouse was doing until almost midnight was:

Vacuming

Washing dishes

Washing clothes

Polishing floor

Putting away all the crap

Buying fruit, bread, chops, bread, caffeine-free cokes, 1% milk, light yogurt, windex

Cleaning the stoop and benches

Cleaning the bathrooms

All done and I am LOOKING FORWARD to tomorrow midday when the plane arrives.

C called yesterday and said I should call her back.  Well, the first day back at work went from 8.00am to after 10pm when we returned from taking out our collegue from England, and I just fell into bed when I came home without calling C.  Tonight I call C and find out she went to the hospital with pains in her chest.  The problem is a damaged esophagus which she is now treating.  I feel SO guilty that I did not call yesterday when I got the message to at least provide some support.  C at least knows what the problem is and is is a lot better than any other cause of chest pain.  She must eat foods that do not aggravate her  esophagus for the next few days.