Home Sick
My alarm went off this morning, and my body said, "You're not going to work today." I listened, and called in sick. Then I went back to bed and slept 'til nearly noon. Guess my body was telling the truth.
When I woke up, I started guzzling water for the day, and spent most of the day in bed reading. I finished Tim Powers' The Anubis Gates, which was really very good, and very clever in tying up all its disparate elements, although some of those elements were planted a little too obviously. I was also a little disappointed in a temporal paradox which wasn't resolved (exactly where did the ideas behind Ashbless' poems come from?).
I'm definitely going to read Last Call, whom I'm borrowing from the same friend, but first I have to read Walter Jon Williams' City on Fire for our book discussion group next month. I'm hosting, after all!
I did get out of the house in the evening to buy this week's comics, which were a fairly unremarkable lot (especially the exceedingly weak art in the new JLA). I also picked up Fantagraphics' new collection of Pogo dailies, and I haven't even finished reading the previous volume yet! (Heck, I still have a bunch of Prince Valiant reprints I haven't yet read.) So much to read...
Called my Mom tonight. Turns out that she's going to London next month. I complained gently that it'd be nice if she'd come to visit me in Madison sometime (which she's never done). It's a bit of a bummer that in the eleven years since I finished high school, members of my immediately family have come to visit me only three times.
Spent a little time tonight guzzling more water, and posting to the Red Sox Mailing List. Overall, I feel better than I did at this time yesterday, and I plan to get about nine hours of sleep tonight, so hopefully I'll be close to 100% tomorrow. One thing I learned some years ago is that the best time to call in sick is at the beginning of an infection, to fight it off as early as possible. It pays off in the long run.
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