Tuesday, January 24, 2006
It's my turn. I have the flu. This morning I felt like a dog got run over by a truck. I showed up for work at 8 a.m., but they didn't like what they saw. In spite of that I actually got something done -- wrote a business review and had it finished before the 10 a.m. staff meeting.
But that was it. I went home at 11 a.m. and went back to bed. By 5:30 p.m., after some good rest, I felt almost human again. At 6:30, I went to my evening photo assignment and performed in an acceptable manner. I even felt a little lively, so I walked three blocks to Squeak's, our local convenience store, and bought a 7UP. Ginger ale is the best for being sick, but 7UP is all right too.