It's Tuesday. So why is it so exhaustingly Monday still?
Very blah, shading towards blech.
I may have caught whatever it was the secretary I filled in for had to go home with. Or possibly I was already coming down with something, and it's hitting now because it hates me. Or maybe it was just the one-day-before-expiration turkey salad that made me lose several feet of intestines yesterday, and this morning's sore throat is coincidental.
Had two people leave messages yesterday asking if I could sub for them. Called one back, not sure about the other.
Afternoon job today. Which means I need to do chores this morning, but instead I'm seriously considering going back to bed.
I think Butch is getting hairballs from washing himself. *headdesk*
I may have caught whatever it was the secretary I filled in for had to go home with. Or possibly I was already coming down with something, and it's hitting now because it hates me. Or maybe it was just the one-day-before-expiration turkey salad that made me lose several feet of intestines yesterday, and this morning's sore throat is coincidental.
Had two people leave messages yesterday asking if I could sub for them. Called one back, not sure about the other.
Afternoon job today. Which means I need to do chores this morning, but instead I'm seriously considering going back to bed.
I think Butch is getting hairballs from washing himself. *headdesk*