Home sick

Sometimes being a little bit sick is the best possible thing. I was feeling really rough this morning- bad enough that I overcame my usual guilt about staying home and called in sick. I really hardly ever call in sick- I feel like the threshold for feeling bad is pretty high to keep me away from the office, unless I'm actually contagious.

But by mid-afternoon, my stomach was roiling less, the headache was reduced, and I no longer felt tied to the sofa. I also ran out of American Idol and Dancing with the Stars on our DVR. I even finished the 11th repeat of that darn baby blanket. So I did the logical next thing- started cleaning. I vacuumed, did some windows (since it's the perfect dreary sunless day for it), and did some serious cleaning on the door from the kitchen to the back porch. I am not used to living in a real home- there are just so many things to deal with. In my past apartments, cleaning wasn't that big a deal- you can't have that many windows in an efficiency! Now... it doesn't seem to matter how much I do, it's still not enough. At least after my few hours of cleaning, I'm feeling like now I've made an effort to spring clean, and I can get back to knitting without guilt.

Still on the increases for Clapotis. Well into the last repeat of the baby blanket. 3 loads of laundry done. I'm thinking this is one very successful sick day- and I'm glad I feel better so I can get back to work tomorrow!