I hardly ever take sick days.
First, I have too much to do.
Second, I like working, thinking, and keeping busy. I think of it as fun. Might as well. I mean, like it or not, I have to work. So I may as well enjoy what I am doing.
And, well, I got a pretty nasty cold when I came home from Chicago the week after the Super Bowl, and it kind of hung on, turning into a really nasty bug/flu this week.
I endured through yesterday, and had been at my desk for three hours today, typing away, when I just ran out of gas.
I crawled back under the covers, and Jazzmine and Pavlov joined me. Of course my laptop and IPhone were nearby because I could not get too far from work, and the book I am reading, a treatment of the life of Mary Todd Lincoln. And new copies of Mojo, Guitar Player, and The New Yorker.
But, what really caught my eye was the Cardinals/Mets game on the MLB Network. To tell the truth, yesterday I tracked the Bucs and Yankees, as well as the game the day before. That was the day Russ Adams actually hit a ninth inning home run, shock of all shocks. I still remember five years back, purchasing Adams in Tout thinking he was going to break out. Almost right. I guess he broke down, so, I had one of the words correct.
But, it was fun watching the Cards (and emailing with Brian Walton as the game progressed), and then after a snooze, I awoke and the Yankees and the Phils were playing, and later tonight the Pale Hose and the Angels were supposed to be on as a delay.
I clearly do not like being sick, but, well, I gotta say, lying in bed with the pups, some hot lemon tea, and watching baseball is not such a bad way to go either.