One of the most sublime experiences we can ever have is to wake up feeling healthy after we have been sick.

Rabbi Harold Kushner

But that didn't happen today. Here's hoping for tomorrow.

I didn't go to work and Anna and I did not go to the coast today. I stayed home sick again. The charm of it all is beginning to thin. I, however, am not.

I picked up my crocheting and saw that I made a couple of mistakes yesterday, so I had to rip out what I had done. I have been hesitant to work on it again right yet.

Despite that warning, I spent some time today working on a Stampin' Christmas project. Let's hope I am not wasting paper! For some reason, I thought it would be relatively simple to make a bunch of greeting card sets (maybe half a dozen cards each?) to give to people like my Visiting Teaching sisters. I don't have Ruth's knack for planning and organizing projects. Then, too, it is easy to add names to the list and could get out of hand. And I am a little slow. But it's "only August." We will see what I can do.

I am planning to go to work tomorrow, but I don't really feel very smart or energetic. I will give it a good faith effort. At the moment, though, I don't rule out coming home early again. At the moment, I cannot guarantee going in, actually, but it is the plan. I wish I could remember how much time you can be off sick without a doctor's note. Maybe I will ask tomorrow (when I tell my boss I am going home again, if it comes to that.) I am not sick enough to go to Kaiser, just sick enough to be fairly worthless. Or more worthless than usual. Here as well as there, durnabbit. Here I am with time at home, but unable to accomplish anything.

I am so thankful that I am not totally wretchedly sick, just tired, coughing, dull, hot, slightly but not terribly achy kind of sick.