I woke up this morning feeling a little odd, but figuring I could soldier on. My logic was impeccable: if this was the beginning of a larger illness, I needed to get in today when I felt half way okay. If this was as bad as it got, I could work.
Then I drove myself to work, and the rest, as they say, is history.
So I am back home now, off the roads, which is good, because when I am ill I drive like your grandmother. Maybe not YOUR grandmother, but you know, distracted, puttering along about 45 miles an hour.
I could really have used those 5 office hours today. I’m needing to see the light at the end of the backed up email pile. And I’m missing about 4 hours of class. On the plus side, I’m not spreading illness. The CDC would be so proud.
All right. So time for the mindless zombie-dom of the sick day. I’ll see you on the other side.
