home again, home again jiggity-jig

It seems that every time I stop working for longer than two days I become sick. In fact, it never fails. This time I felt it as soon as I boarded the plane for home. Hence, I’ve recently rekindled my love affair with NyQuil. It insulated but did not completely shield me from last night’s rowdy upstairs neighbor sexcapades. Or this morning’s. No wonder I dreamt of home-remodeling demolition and falling ceiling tiles. Damn those young hooligans and their insatiable noisy libidos!