How I hate being ill because it really takes 7-10 days to truly recover and I don’t really feel like being put on disability should I require five or more. The bigger peeve is the amount of e-mail to sift through when I return, hoping I haven’t left any customer in the lurch (I prefer to deliver on as many promises as I can).
At least this stint of being sick was soothed by clearing out my Netflix streaming queue while I was awake. Getting re-acquainted with the hits of my pre-teen years: Excalibur (horrible dubbing on King Arthur), Used Cars, Caddyshack and 1941; plus some new ones I never got around to before: Penelope, Brother from Another Planet; and seeing how the second season ended for The League of Gentlemen, so far I think they overplayed their hand by doing a third when it appeared decisively concluded when the Local Shop was burned down by an ugly mob.
Staying home from work had a cost too. I had kick-ass seats to one of the two Austin Toros games at the Cedar Park Center. Couldn’t attend. Felt hoarse, achy and feverish. Besides, nothing spells “asking for trouble” like calling in sick to work, then going out to a public event and getting spotted by your boss or worse, a high-level executive!
I’m feeling over 85 percent but having to endure the fluid stages tempered by a morning does of Mucinex, blech! Just get ready for another burst of stories over the next couple days.