Taking a sick day is a wonderful thing. Get beyond the whole “sick” thing and a sick day is a marvelous void in an otherwise busy life. This was my lot in the grand scheme of life on this day. For half the day nothing interrupted my quiet, peaceful delirium. Laying peacefully in a darkened, cool room with nothing to keep me company but my confused, vacant thoughts… ah, there’s nothing quite like a mild fever to relax the soul (nothing this side of federal and state law anyway). I’ve got quite a streak going here. This is the second consecutive month with at least one sick day – due to my own illness no less. Ah, but it was too good to last. I broke out of my peaceful slumber just before noon today. No fever and a stomach that remains partially full of bland foods means just one thing – I’m going to have to go back to work tomorrow.

Anybody know where I can pick up a good 24 hour flu bug?