I must have slept on my side weird last night, as I’m now in almost incapacitating pain. I fear if a sneeze catches me off guard, I’ll spew my visceral contents all over the 1976 World Book Encyclopedia set immediately to my left.
Cleaning supplies on hand are woefully inadequate for such a scenario.
I suppose this means I’d better finish this week’s FCR before I turn the Command Center into even more of a biohazard than it already is.