Yeah! A Sick Day

"Are you sure you should go in today?" M asks as I put the finishing touches to my work outfit. "You don't want to make Carole sick too," he adds. He is right. I shouldn't spread the joy of my cold around.

But what to do? Now I'm all dressed up for work with nowhere to go. I don't feel terrible, just a little more than a bit off-colour, so no need to head back to bed. I make another cup of tea and head for the study looking for something to do. I guess I could clear this pile of papers leaning Pisa-like on my desk.

I pick up the newspaper on the top of the pile. Yes, I want to phone Jackie and thank her and her daughters for posing for a photograph for an article I wrote on the Samaritan's Purse shoe boxes and which made it into the North Shore News. The photograph that is, not the article. The article made it into the Deep Cove Crier, so all is good.

It's a bit too early to call someone in Vancouver but South Africa will do. I call home and have a good talk with my Mom. Next I call Jackie and we have a good talk too. "You should have sick days more often," Jackie says as we end our conversation. "I know, at least we get to have a talk," I laugh.

I finish and publish two blogs I wrote the morning before and feel satisfied. I'm enjoying this sick day. What else can I knock off my personal to do list? Mmm, I should start my next article for the Deep Cove Crier. I start do some research and put in a call to the owner of the business I'm writing about to ask a few questions. I sneeze; my eyes water and I reach for a tissue.

I don't care for the sore throat, the stuffy nose or red tired eyes but this cloud of cold has its benefits. I'm pleased I took Doctor M's advice to stay at home today. Well, at least for the morning, this afternoon there is some work that can't wait until I'm feeling better but there is always tomorrow morning and I'm sure I won't be feeling any better by then.