On Sunday I was still feeling under the weather, but I decided to use my one burst of energy to plant the herbs I'd bought on Saturday afternoon. We'd picked up some facemasks at Home Depot on Saturday morning, since I wasn't sure if I'd gotten this crazy sinus infection from inhaling spores or something last weekend, and I didn't want to take that risk again. So I got up on Sunday, pulled on some jeans, donned the faskmask and the tinted safety goggles my brother in law bought for me years ago (and which I usually use as sunglasses while biking), and strapped on my hockey shin pads, so I could kneel on the deck pain-free.
I caught sight of my reflection in the window to the office, and I laughed out loud. My hair was sticking out at odd angles, and with all the gear on, I looked totally bizarre. I yelled to Al to come look.
"You look like some kind of superhero," he said.
"What, like Freakazoid?"
"No, more like Extreme Safety Boy."
