incandescens

Felt braindead and ill when I woke up this morning, so since I knew that there were no immediate work emergencies in my area of the team, phoned in sick. Boss took call. Boss noted that I needn't call in sick if I was off tomorrow as well. I must have really sounded bad.

Have spent most of the day being braindead. Have worked on some knitting for myself rather than some baby stuff I'd started, feeling that it was not a good idea to knit stuff for babies while breathing cold germs all over it.

Suspect I am not going to feel well enough to go in tomorrow either. I will set the alarm for normal work time and see how I feel.

(And yes, this is late, but I slept in badly earlier, and now my body-clock is off. Drat. Sleep now.)

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The Wheel

Through winter-time we call on spring,
And through the spring on summer call,
And when abounding hedges ring
Declare that winter's best of all;
And after that there's nothing good
Because the spring-time has not come --
Nor know that what disturbs our blood
Is but our longing for the tomb.

-- Yeats