I'm taking a sick day today, probably my first sick day since a shard of glass left me temporarily unable to deliver pizzas a few years ago. (That same shard of glass precipitated Manney's famous "there are no cops on this road" incident.) Whether I'll abandon all my plans for today depends on how quiet it's going to be around here.

Some 7-Up and some Halo 3 would be awesome.

I used to feel much more guilty about taking sick days, until I realized that missing work isn't like missing school. I do feel somewhat responsible for the proofreading projects, my babies, that may spend today in less capable hands (or so goes the fear), but I'm not letting myself down, like I was when I missed classes.

My employer doubtless would prefer me to be at work today, but I earned a paid sick day (first ever!) and it's mine to use. I've been feeling crummy all week, and since I'll be outdoors all this weekend listening to rustling squirrels, this is my attempt to get better before I get worse.