I thought about going to work for a half day to organize my desk into piles so Monday I could begin to catch up. Then I realized how stupid that is. So I'm home. I feel so much better. My shower and my bed are better than anything Dr. Feelgood can prescribe.
Thanks to everyone for your e-mails of concern and good wishes.
So for those that don't know me personally, I rarely ... I mean rarely ever miss work. I rarely watch TV. I'm rarely at home. It's been almost 24 hours since I've been home and thus far I have discovered:
No alarm clock, I slept in until 8 am
I'm still in sleep shirt and hair is piled on my head.
The dogs are happy campers since I got home.
I love The Ellen Show and The View.
I am lucky to have a wonderful family and great friends.
I see dust ..... everywhere!
My torso is covered with sticky squares of glue that doesn't shower off.
The dogs won't leave my side.
I don't get the "Oprah" hype.
I could become more of an online addict.