I stayed home sick on Tuesday. I woke up at 6 a.m., my chest tight, hacking cough.
It's rare I stay home sick. I'm usually a "Oh, it'll pass" type of girl, but yesterday I could barely hold my head up. I showered, put on clean PJs and piled up on the couch.
Remember when you were a kid how it was fun to be home sick? You could watch cartoons, eat food you weren't normally allowed to eat (because you were sick and your parents wanted to get something in you) and play with your toys while your friends were stuck in class.
Sick days aren't as much fun anymore.
Daytime television still features cartoons, but at 31, I don't really enjoy them (unless Nathan's around to watch too.) There are talk shows and soap operas, but I'm really not interested in those either.
I wound up watching a lot of TLC's programming - which was mainly about babies and parenting. In between I slept.
Needless to say, it's nice to be back in the newsroom today.