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Monday, December 6, 2004

It used to be that when I called in sick, I would have the whole day to do whatever it took to feel better. I could sleep or eat soup or just withdraw from the rush of urgent deadlines and sudden crises.

Nowadays I don’t even make the call. I did talk to the Boss briefly this morning, but he didn’t ask me why I sounded so bad. Maybe he thinks that’s the way I sound on Monday morning. In fact, come to think of it, he’s probably right. If that’s what he thinks. Or maybe he just doesn’t care.

Anyway, I have the same symptoms as yesterday, plus chills down to my bones. I’m no better but no worse, and I’m in full hibernation mode. I don’t much want to talk to anyone or do anything. I move around as little as possible, and I didn’t eat much of anything all day. That’s probably not the way to get better, but it’s all I feel like.




7 December 2004

Cloudy sky.



On top of everything else, I’m listening to a monster rainstorm battering my house and yard tonight. It’s loud like a locomotive, and it’s not making me feel any better. I did get out to the post office this morning, but I wasn’t about to walk down to the end of the drive to retrieve my mail this afternoon. I’m sure it’ll be soaked after sitting in the box all night. I hope there’s nothing important (and/or perishable) out there.




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I wish I had a muffin or a donut or a crumb cake. I think I’d be more inclined to eat if there was anything like that in the house.

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