30 January 2002

I have reached the point in my illness with which most people are familiar. I feel better but I'm really not well yet. I could have gone to work today, but my coworkers would not have appreciated me spreading my germs. My taste buds are screaming for something other than soup and my bed no longer feels a warm haven. The weather is beautiful outside for the third day in a row yet I can't go out and enjoy it. ABM scolded me for attempting to get the mail. As he said, "If you're sick, then get your butt in bed. I didn't take the kids out of your way for nothing!"
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