Or maybe I've entered into some sadistic version of the Twilight Zone.
We woke up this morning to the sounds of a roofing company taking the roof off my neighbor's house. The demolition part is not the bad part because they aren't yet pounding nails or using the electric saws on the new sheathing that goes under the new shingles. That noisy stuff comes later after they've woken everyone in the neighborhood.
What could that possible be coincidental too, to ask? Well, yesterday I woke up in the nascent stages of what is looking to be a bad case of the Shingles. Get it? Yeah, me too, unfortunately.
Holy crap but this stuff is annoying, and itchy. And I understand that the painful part is going to begin over the next few days, and it could last for weeks. So, unfortunately, unlike the annoyance caused by my neighbor's roof job, which should be completed today, if my research is correct my Shingles are going to be with me for the next few weeks. Just what I need.
I haven't ever had this before but I did have the Chicken Pox when I was a kid. Apparently this virus lays dormant in the nerve roots for the rest of your life. It can become active again when the immune system is weakened, in times of stress, yada, yada. Perfect. I can just hear Rod Serling's voice in the background, 'He doesn't know it yet, but the Grand Poobah has just entered ... The Twilight Zone." Or maybe for me the proper term is re-entered.