Half way though Monday I came home, sick. Not deathly sick, but definitely puny. (I love that word from my years of living in the South.) I felt like reclining, wrapped in a blanket, and nothing else. Yesterday I was better but still felt bad enough to justify taking another sick day, even though it meant I’d miss our weekly team meeting and a special luncheon.
Today was more of a bonus day. I’m still sick, but I sound more sick than I feel. Since I can work from home I figured it wouldn’t hurt to lie low another day. So I enjoyed a leisurely breakfast of oatmeal/brown sugar/raisins/milk, initiating one of my two Quaker Oats bowls discovered at Goodwill. I imagine the person who designed these bowls thought we might eat more oatmeal if the bowls were oversized, but his (or her) marketing scheme didn’t work on me. At least today.
Being infirm has its advantages, but even I have a limit to how many movies I can watch. I still LOL at this scene in “First Wives Club” though.
Okay, enough larrie farrie. It’s time to get back to real life.