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.