Sure enough, I missed work.
I have a problem with going to bed on time. It's called I don't do it. I think it all caught up with me and compromised my immune system. I stayed home yesterday and by last night I had a fever. It seemed to have broken by this morning, but I went ahead and stayed home another day just to be safe. Last winter I came down with a bacterial infection and worked sick every day for three months. I'm not going through that again. This time I'm taking time off to take care of myself. I think I've still got some sick leave I can use. I still don't feel good about it, but three more months of walking illness doesn't appeal to me. At least I'm catching up on my Netflix queue.