Today is a Ferris Bueller kind of day for me. You see, I’ve called (well, emailed) in sick to work. I am a bit sick — allergy eyes, ears and throat making me feel a bit like I have a cold. Mostly though I was aware I can’t be out tomorrow and was a bit afraid I’d end up really out sick if I kept pushing it. Plus, my mom is coming in tomorrow so today is likely the last day I can be home alone with Paul for a few weeks.
Still, I feel too healthy to be home on a sick day and am not sure what to do with myself. If it were a Saturday, I wouldn’t have been up at 6:30, probably wouldn’t even be up now at 7:45 AM. But today isn’t a non-work day, it’s a day off work. Part of me doesn’t feel like it should be wasted on being asleep, though a nap will probably make its way into the afternoon time.
I have to admit though, much as I’d like to say I’m off to the Dodger game or even the beach (bit cold for that, but still), so far I’ve done some work from home, had coffee and played on Twitter.
I’m sure Ferris would find it all very dull.
Still, even though my plans for the day so far mostly include working on the revision of my dissertation. I’m going to keep score and try and feel like today really counts. After all, who knows when the chance to call in sick and not be really sick will come around again?
Bueller?… Bueller?… Bueller?