I walked into the living room and my wife was at her desk with headphones on and she was crying. I asked what was wrong.
This was her answer:
I don’t have a pedal hoarding problem, you have a pedal hoarding problem!
My wife is amazing. Did you know that? Yeah, it’s one of the billion or so reasons why I love her.
A good pet would keep me company while I’m stuck home sick. Patches? Nothing.
I stayed home sick today. I was working on a big deal of an issue on Friday, but I was in just too rough shape to go in today. I had to pass it off to someone else. I feel awful about that, but the guy I asked to take over is actually a better coder than I am so if something comes up today (I don’t think it will, I think we covered all the bases on Friday) the customer will be in good hands. I still feel like crap about it though.
Feeling sick today is karma. I was the one who canceled band practice last night. A stomach bug is the universe’s way of calling me a dick. Sorry guys. I’ll make it up to you.
I actually feel a little better now than I did at 6:30 am when I went back to bed. I can’t tell if that’s because I am better, or because I just haven’t eaten anything yet. I am a big fat guy who is literally afraid to eat. That’s how bad I felt when I woke up at 3:30 am or so. Yikes.
One of my neighbors has been running a weed wacker for a solid 30 minutes. I’m thinking he might actually be mowing his lawn with it. The things you see when you stay home sick, am I right?