Figured it’s the day you decided to stay home to recover from a bad cold that the tree trimmers would start chainsawing branches around your building at 7:45 and the roofers would start stomping over your head at 8.

No rest for this one. At some point I had to leave the building to go sit out my fever and cough at a coffee joint.

And now I returned home to an apartment that smelled like tar and half of the living room and my entire office is covered in sand-like dust. I mean, EVERYWHERE.

No fun for the coughing Oak. Not at all.