A bit fuzzy, but just imagine you have a mild fever.
Pretty remarkable for the Left Coast! And this is proper snow, too, not those big clotted slushballs that Vancouver tries to pass off as snow.
I’m home with a bit of a cold and while I didn’t particularly want to have to give up a days’ work, or feel like a big bag of gross, I couldn’t have chosen a more picturesque day to be sick. I have that sneaky staying-home-from-school feeling. I’m eating cranberry muffins and black cherry yogurt and doing the dishes.
Actually, that reminded me of something else I wanted to write about: Whence comes this desperate need to justify time off, and/or do as much as possible when staying home? Is it some kind of hideous Calvinist hangover? “Sorry, I just couldn’t make it in today, my lungs are outside of my body and my extremities are bloody stumps; can I telecommute until the weekend?” “Yeah, I’m home sick. My sarcoidosis is acting up again. It’s all right though, I made 40 lbs. of almond brittle, gave the cat a bath, wrote the Great Canadian Novel, waxed the tub and did my hammered dulcimer practice. I’m so lazy today; I think I’m going to go lie down.” This might be related to one of my many anti-free-market rants, but I’ll just leave it at that for now…
