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It's currently about 80 degrees out here in Cambridge, MA. I cannot even believe it! I'm wearing this cute skirt I just bought way on sale from J. Crew, but unfortunately I didn't get to show it off to my co-workers because I woke up at 4 am with the most killer sore throat. I thought I would never swallow again. So when 7:15 rolled around, I knew there was no way I'd be dragging myself into work today. I called in. Then I slept until 11:30 am, with brief moments of coherence when Kevin (who doesn't work at all on Tuesdays, except to tutor in the late afternoon/evening) peeked in on me to be sure I was still alive.
It was a good day to take off, but I wish I wasn't sick. I wish I was just playing hooky. Because it would have been such a good day to run off to the woods for a hike. Instead I've been laying prone on the couch watching the brain-drain box all afternoon, and only now (after a nice shower) do I feel well enough to sit up and write this entry. I probably could have waited until I was sicker to take a sick day from work, but I'm trying a new philosophy with this one: nip it in the bud before it manages to take a hold on my body. I'm banking on feeling almost 100% tomorrow because I was nice to myself today.
Fingers crossed.
It was a good day to take off, but I wish I wasn't sick. I wish I was just playing hooky. Because it would have been such a good day to run off to the woods for a hike. Instead I've been laying prone on the couch watching the brain-drain box all afternoon, and only now (after a nice shower) do I feel well enough to sit up and write this entry. I probably could have waited until I was sicker to take a sick day from work, but I'm trying a new philosophy with this one: nip it in the bud before it manages to take a hold on my body. I'm banking on feeling almost 100% tomorrow because I was nice to myself today.
Fingers crossed.