It’s one of those days…you know, when you know you have to, but you just don’t want to go.
MLH has a summer cold, or something. He’s feeling like crap, and I have to go catch a plane to Denver. On Sunday. That's just not right! Upon my arrival at Denver, I get in a rental car and head to Rifle, Colorado, where we’ll be making rig visits. Time for the girl to suit up in jeans, steeltoe boots, safety glasses, and hardhat. The weather should be beautiful, and the mountains, lovely.
I hate to leave MLH when he’s sick. He’s one of those healthy male specimen, never quits, nothing gets him down. He works all the time, and never stops, except to do fun stuff with me, and/or my customers, like last night's Rocky Mountain Elk Foundation banquet. To see him down, makes my heart hurt. I’ve got him all dosed up on vitamin C, cold meds, antibiotic, and Emergen-C. He assures me he’ll be fine, to go on, do my job.
Prayers, please, for MLH?