The pandemic begins
So I’m feeling a little under the weather. I’m perfectly capable of doing my job of sitting at my computer and writing, but when I stand up or try to have a conversation, I feel sort of foggy.
Out of concern that I might wake up tomorrow feeling worse, I started plotting the morning’s sick call-in. Must get affairs in order so others can do the things I would do.
But then I realized that I’d have to be pretty freaking sick to stay home. It’s not like Rob would be home to play with me tomorrow. Staying home would be rather boring, methinks.