What do pre-mixed tile grout, Windex, Lysol cleaning wipes, dryer sheets, and unleaded gasoline have in common? Nothing really. Unless that is, you consider what I did today. It was a day that will live in the annals of (Kauffman) history forever. It was a day when John tackled an outside chore and an inside chore in a single day. And, if that were not enough – he did more than one inside chore.

I know what you’re thinking. No, I was not trying to make up for forgetting Cheryl’s birthday. (I offered to get some Taco Bell for cripes sake.) Frankly, I don’t know what I was thinking. If there was ever a day when I could have gotten out of some work, today was the day. Short of expelling useful living tissue, I was bringing up all sorts of interesting substances – utilizing several of the naturally occurring holes in my head. And yet, without complaint and nary a sigh of displeasure, I went about my duty, doing my part, earning my keep, being ‘The Man.’ Of course none of that stops me from whining now,

So if I was feeling so poorly and my motives weren’t childish, what gives?

The answer is simple: fever.