Working when a holiday falls in the middle of the week is a bit futile for most. For me, it was a great way to enjoy a little air conditioned alone time. It was also an opportunity to meet with my doctor to discuss boils and the like.
Luckily for me, my boils weren’t boils at all. In fact, Cheekiss may have been right when she suggested, site unseen, “Maybe they’re spider bites.” Makes sense, especially considering I’ve been sleeping outside (remember, no air conditioning).
I left the doctor’s office and, instead of returning to work, headed home, sick. Or was it homesick? Either way, I headed home, closed all of the blinds, turned on the fans and decided to call it a day. Just before five, I got a text from That’s Not Chinese. She was in the neighborhood and wanted to stop by. Looks like she too was homesick.
We drank wine for a bit inside the house, then, when the sun began to go down, we moved out to the stoop. As I put my legs up and relaxed, That’s Not Chinese looked across the way at my neighbor’s house – where my neighbor was sitting on the porch, and asked, “Are you wearing underwear?” “No,” I replied and added, “Which reminds me, as I was about to leave my doctor’s office she handed me a pantiliner and said, ‘You’re going to need this.’ I thought to myself, ‘OK, well then, I’m going to need some underwear.'” “There is something wrong with you,” That’s Not Chinese told me. “Right, I’m home. Sick. Remember?” I replied.