I'm at home today. After watching Erik battle a nasty bug over most of the weekend, last night I succumb with symptoms of headache, dizziness, and a wee bit of nausea. I woke this morning extremely dehydrated, and still very "spacey", so work would have to wait (not that I'm doing much work at this point anyways - with my last day being at the end of next week, most of my regular duties have been handed off already).
I slowly got out of bed a bit after 9am, as there was one report I needed to create for the boss's boss, and I had a physical therapy appointment that was too late to cancel. I figured, heck, it's just down the street, and I almost always feel invigorated afterwards, so why not?
The morning was pretty chill, and I decided to prepare myself a breakfast burrito - you know, to get some protein into my system. That was nearly an Epic Fail when, as I poured the egg onto the griddle, it spilled out over the front of the stove and onto the floor below. Not fun to cleanup, but I did manage to salvage enough egg to make a small burrito.
After a helpful physical therapy session, I came back home and set myself to the next important task of the day: relaxing. I'm continuing that now. After watching some mindless gossipy drivel on the tv I decided to grab the new Neal Stephenson novel Anathem and see how far I could get into it without stopping to lookup the meaning of a word. It got me at Page One, I kid you not ("amanuensis"? "extramuros"? really?!?).
But all is well, because I'm utterly relaxed: curled up with a blanket and a Boston Terrier on an overstuffed chair, getting into a book, loudly sipping at the remnants of a Slurpee, and listening to the heavy, steady rain come down on the roof and backyard deck. And I'll tell you what, I'm not feeling so sick anymore!
