I’m alive.  While I wish I could say I’m feeling much better, such a proclamation would be untrue.  I’m working from home today as I’m still under the weather.  I can report that I don’t feel as poorly as I did yesterday.  When one is scraping the bottom of the misery barrel, any improvement is worthy of mention.

All I want to do is sleep.  I have far too much to get done at work to indulge that fantasy, though.  Isn’t it time for me to win the lottery?  Being independently wealthy sure sounds like a better idea than the daily grind.