I hate being sick, but more that, I hate calling in sick. I have some strange protestant work ethic (though I was mostly raised Catholic) and unless I’m throwing up, I feel guilty not being at work. I don’t know how the people who play hooky do it. I came down with a horrible sore throat last night which has continued all day today. I feel like I could breathe fire. No one wants to catch that and everyone is probably happy I didn’t expose them to it. Not to mention that my job consists of talking all day, which certainly would not help matters. Yet I can’t help feeling like I don’t feel that bad and I probably could have gone in. Stupid brain interrupting a perfectly good lazy day at home. On the plus side, I got a chance to catch up on my crocheting. Pictures and patterns to come.