Since about 12:30 a.m. Friday, I have been bed-ridden, except for the times I was driving the ol' porcelain bus, on my knees.
Needless to say, didn't work today.
You all likely saw it coming, with the prequel of fatigue.
I called in this morning, and took care of a few matters. Maybe. I doubt if our office manager did what I asked.
And it ain't as if she offered, "Feel better."
Oh well. Today was payday, but I have direct deposit.
Which I had during my Porcelain Homage.
On the mend.
P.S. Didn't Kierkegaard write a book called Sickness Unto Death? I don't even have the energy to Google it.
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2 comments:
I will offer get well wishes on behalf of the company, since no one else has. Feel better, Pawlie. Well, hopefully you already do.
Poor poorly Pawlie - get well soon.
Puss
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