Cool McCool's Garage

Like the old CS & N song “Almost Cut My Hair” says, “I think I got the flu for Christmas, and I’m not feel’n up to par…”, I have been felled by the flu bug.  Started with an achy feeling in my feet driving to work on Christmas day (?), which led to an annoying but not horrible cough later that day, to feeling like I’d been worked over with a baseball bat by Friday afternoon and feeling as if I was somehow floating several inches off the floor.  I considered calling Kim and having her come and get me, but I managed to drive home, collapsed on the couch and got up only to go to bed, and spent all day Saturday and Sunday on the couch shivering under quilts.  She was going to take me into our Dr’s office this morning, but by then she too felt too sick to drive, while I, on the other hand, felt so much better (by comparison) that I deemed it not necessary.   I say “by comparison”, because I realized that I still am not up to par.  I felt like I needed to lie down and take a nap in the grocery store when I went to get Kim some Cranberry juice, and even though it was sunny and beautiful, I wasn’t even tempted to go out to the  garage and do anything.

I do have the week off (of course, I would be sick during a vacation time), but at least we are home, and I don’t have to go anywhere or do anything.  Aside from bringing Kim a glass of juice now and then and feed the pets.

Meanwhile, I can hopefully get a couple of days worth of work done on the T’bird.  For Christmas, Kim got me a Bluetooth speaker for my cell-phone, and I’ve learned how to purchase and listen to music.  This made me sorry that I’d just cut a hole in the dash of the ‘Bird for a radio/CD player.  Now, when I’m feeling up to going out to the shop, I can entertain myself by filling that hole back in and finishing up the dash, smooth and devoid of out of date tech.

In my head, I’ve also completed lots of other tasks, like, getting a decent interior and a new top on  the ’48 Pontiac convert, getting the Riviera done, fixing the blistering rear fenders on the wagon, working on the “new” Spartan Manor, and maybe even cleaning up and painting the inside of the garage.

Or, that may have just been the fever talking…

’47 Spartan Manor