Square-dancing on Saturday totally knocked me out and I spent the following three days in a delirium induced by cold medicine and cough syrup. I watched the Planet Earth DVDs in a haze and all I can remember is the sight of a male penguin sliding off his partner. At least it's not the burned koalas in love.
I showed up at work this morning hacking and sneezing and my beloved co-workers insisted that I go home. I'm sure I didn't endear myself by chugging straight from the cough syrup bottle. (Well, who else is going to drink from it?)
So now I'm "working from home" which kind of defeats the person of being at home, I reckon. I have an immediate Pavlovian reaction and want to crawl under the covers and sleep. But I won't. *grits teeth*
This is part of the reason when I'm sick I don't actually stay home (unless I'm vomiting or something). Because I won't rest, and that's kind of the point of staying home if you're sick so you can get better. Heh. Hope you feel better soon.