Ah, to be clean again

My mom's blog said that Christine and I made it home safe, and she included a link to mine, so I figured I should corroborate her claims. Thursday morning I took my Vicodin along with two Dramamine and slept in the backseat of the car for the more than four-hour journey from my parents' house in Grand Rapids, MI to my in-laws' house in Union, IL. That's a testament to the drowsy side-effects of the drugs, not to the comfort of our backseat. Believe me, if my wife and I are in the car together and I'm reclining in the backseat, there are a few things I'd rather be doing than nursing a broken leg.

Friday I was finally able to take a shower. Not that sponge baths aren't great, but I'm a large man, and I inherited my grandfather's family's sweat glands, so they weren't cutting it after a week of 90+ degree weather.

I received an assignment from one of the jobs I applied to as part of the hiring process, but I've either been to drugged or in too much pain to work on it this week, so pray that they won't weigh turnover too heavily. I'd love to get this job.