Obviously, Dax can't stand to not be the focus of my immediate attention. Remember these babies? My toes! They are free! Wiggle little toes. Wiggle!
Internet, I am sick. I think it's the regular Monkey Plague - which I haven't had since September. (Which is a major miracle. I mean remember the winter before? I was sick from August until May - straight through!) But it could be the flu. Because you know how your skin hurts when you have the flu? Yeah. That. And the coughing so hard you throw up? I don't need to do crunches because my coughing is taking care of that for me. And I had to do some intermittent mascara application this morning so that I wouldn't immediately cough right after and get black crap all over my face.
But I'm going to work because I have to save my sick days for the lake. (I kid. Sort of.) But really, because it's just me and him and he's decided that if I'm not there, then we should just close the office because he doesn't want any "incompetents" in his office. And well - that's stupid. So, I'll go and when he's done for the day, I'll take off, too.
And while I'm there, I'll be dreaming of my cozy blanket and hot broth. And when I get home, that's how it's going to be.
No gym today.