I wasn’t feeling very well this morning so I took a sick day. In my younger days, I probably would have tried to go to work. Perhaps I wanted to prove I was a dedicated worker that didn’t need to take days off for anything. Now that I’m older, I understand the company you work for isn’t going to fall apart if you’re not there for a day. It also sucks to be at work when you feel like crap. Lastly, being sick at work means you’re potentially spreading your sickly germs around.
I spent most of the day in bed and under the covers. I slept in very late and in fact, I didn’t get out of bed until 2pm or so. It was hunger that drove me to get up. A hearty soup kept me warm for lunch.
I think I feel well enough to go back to work tomorrow. I am glad, however, that the weekend is right around the corner and it’s a long one at that. I hope to have this cold done by Tuesday.