Welp, I should have known. No plan of mine ever goes the way I want it to.
This was supposed to be the week that Bridgette returned, but it’s now the week of buckets and rubber gloves. Everyone in my house is sick. Starting with my youngest and ending with my wife and eldest son. I’ll spare the details, but suffice it to say. Buckets were in high demand.
Thankfully it’s only a 24 bug, and I should be up and at ’em next week.