Rumours of my demise are understandable but incorrect. While I have no idea where the expression sick as a dog came from, that would be me on the right. By the time I left work last Tuesday I was dragging and feeling a little under the weather. I attributed it mostly to sinus stuff. I had scheduled a vacation day for Wednesday. Add that to the Thursday & Friday holidays + another two days for the weekend and Walla! You have five days off! Wrong... Ok, they were days off but hardly qualify as vacation, holiday, I don't even think you can call it a momentary pause in life. No, Wednesday it became pretty evident things more just under the weather.
Basically the 5 days were spent in bed. No journey to Thanksgiving with the family. I only left the house for trip to Doctors and then another trip to the ER. Results pneumonia. Checked back in with the doctor today. I plan to go back to work tomorrow - at least for a half day and see how I do. I get worn down pretty easy. I'd like to say that I read a book or two over that time, or wrote a reams of poetry. I did try some writing but maybe have one worthwhile draft from it. I wasn't in the best mood for writing.
That would also be my excuse for not doing Confession Tuesday or Knock My Socks off Wednesday.
Now I'm going to call it a night.