I think there’s a distinct possibility I won’t be hiking in the ‘dacks this weekend. I left work early on Thursday and dropped off to sleep around 1:30. I got up at about 8:30 to find food and didn’t feel much better. It’s mostly just a sore throat and a foggy head, but that’s enough of a warning for me to take it easy for a bit.
Thing is, I felt fine when I went to bed on Wednesday night. Sure I’ve been burning it at both ends lately, but that’s pretty much par for the course for me. There’s not really all that much going on at work right now, so I can afford to take a couple of days off – even if I’m sick while I do so. (I’ve already called out for Friday.)
I always feel guilty for missing days at work. So much so that I think I’ve only taken like one or two vacation days this year. And we have a “use ’em or lose ’em” policy, so I won’t be rolling any over to next year.
It’s now twenty past eleven and I’ve halfway got everything set up to watch a movie on my laptop – maybe 3:10 to Yuma, maybe Into the Wild – neither of which I’ve seen before. I don’t know that I want to be up that late, though. Ugh. I don’t like being sick. My motivation and decisiveness are all muddled – maybe things’ll shake out a bit better tomorrow.
Actually, I think I’ll watch Eddie Izzard’s Glorious. That should be mindless enough for me.
So I’ll leave you with this, dear reader: Christopher Walken performing Edgar Allan Poe’s The Raven: