Chris and the terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.

Now that's a bad day

Or week.

On Monday, Chris was scheduled to work a double shift at the restaurant, from 10 AM to 9 PM with a 40 min break in between. Work was slow but he was on his feet all day running orders. Then, the waitress who was supposed to relieve him called in sick. And none of the other waiters were able to stay. So Chris was stuck there until they finally closed up shop at 1:30. That's a long day. But it wasn't over. When he arrived at his car he discovered two things: his phone was dead and his car wouldn't start. Awesome.  He also needed to be at the airport the next morning at 7 AM. And hadn't packed yet.

He was able to power on the phone just long enough to call me and explain his plight. In turn, I called my mother and explained the situation. She headed out for the short drive downtown. Then Chris, who had found an outdoor outlet to plug in his phone, called me. I informed him that Loye was on her way to rescue him. We soon realized that he couldn't just leave his car there for a week so I called my mom and had her turn back for her jumper cables. Then I called Chris back and offered to help him pack over the phone.

Around 2:30, they finally arrived home. I'd cleaned the house, warmed up dinner and even laid out rose petals to help ease the pain of the day. But in general, it sucked. A lot. We woke up 4 hours later to drive to the airport. The airport was unlike any I've ever seen. I didn't even realize we were at an airport, I thought we were just taking a shortcut through an office park.

His flights from Greenville to Atlanta, then Atlanta to Philly, were smooth. But the weather that greeted him was a lot different than the mild Autumn we've had down here. It was cold, rainy and eventually snowy(!).

He started feeling sick the night he got to his parent's home in Central PA. Initially he thought it was a cold, brought on by a stressful week and the change in temperature. But it got worse and worse until on Thanksgiving he was so short of breath he couldn't talk. Today he went to the doctor and was diagnosed with bronchitis.  Happy Thanksgiving? Now he's on two medications and won't be able to drink at his friends' wedding on Sunday. Poor kid. At least he's with family and the medicine has eased his symptoms substantially. Here's hoping the rest of the week goes a little easier on him. And hey, it could always be a lot worse.

I know, I know, I'm knocking.