The post I didn’t make on Wednesday afternoon was, “I think I’m coming down with a sinus infection.”
I was right.
It migrated into a chest cold.
Today is the first day in six that I’ve 1) wanted to eat and 2) not felt like I’d been repeatedly kicked.
Of course, now that I’ve eaten breakfast, I’m sure to be repeatedly kicked here at work for being gone.
This is gonna be … something.