On Sunday I indulged in my favourite diner dish: huevos rancheros. In Ontario, at least in Stratford, they are served with traditional Canadian-style baked beans. The only consequence I expected from that choice was a sharp up-tick in weight, but what I got was a nasty visit from the Diverticulitis Fairy.
The belly-ache struck about suppertime on Sunday, worsened steadily over night, and by dawn I had decided to call a stand-down until I could dare leave the house. Monday was unpleasant, but I slept through the night (tired out, I guess). Today, the lower gut still hurts but at least I can do stuff -- a good thing, because the car was due at the dealer's in Kitchener at 10:00 am for its semi-annual spa day with the mechanics.
The trip to town featured a rainstorm of biblical proportions, like driving through a car wash but with heavy traffic and bolts of lightning. Visibility was dreadful. Nothing bad happened to me, but I saw several vehicles evidently in distress at the side of the road. Once at home, I took to the comfy chair and stayed there until even the cat got bored.
Time to recombobulate has gotta be one of the greatest privileges of all.