Dad thinks I gave him food poisoning with fried cod last night. Its not the first time he has had a bit of dire rear the last month or so; so I don't think there was anything really off about the fish or the way I cooked it. But everything is always my fault. When bro was sick "probably not used to the spicy Chinese food" bro picked the entree he wanted, and I think he is used to spicy food and didn't really seem like he had a stomach upset so much as a virus. Whatever.
With the shower bracket I got installed, showing dad how the dial worked to shut off the water and holding the shower curtain shut while he just took a quick shower managed to avoid flooding the bathroom so that is an improvement vs last time. I should clock the time I spend on this crap and deduct that from any making dollar amounts even out of this house when I execute his will down the road. Of course that assumes that the stupid overheated front range real estate stays hot and the property brings a good amount in spite of the house being so outdated.
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