I stayed home from work today. I think it’s the second time I’ve done that since I worked for the district. I’ve gone in late because I felt icky, come home early a few times when I couldn’t hang tough any longer, but it’s incredibly rare for me to stay home the entire day. I just can’t stand the thought of what my desk will look like.
Today, though, it was necessary. I was icky and woozy and had a hard time standing up for any length of time. Hope sounded like a talkative seal. I sent her back to bed. She went willingly. That, my friends, is a SICK Hopey.
Between bouts of napping, I did her laundry and mine, and wrote 639 words on Joss. She finished Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban and started The Goblet of Fire. Bly said I should stay home every day, I make her work day fly by.