The sign April 6, 2005
I fully intended to go to work today.
I got up, showered and had breakfast. And threw up.
I kept going, thinking that if I just kept moving I’d start to feel better and it’d all be fine.
I decided to get the Mazda out of the garage before I got Finn out of bed so there was one less thing to do as we were leaving.
Hopped in the car, key in the ignition, turned it. Click, click, click. Nothing.
My stomach did a little backflip.
I figured that was a sign that I really didn’t need to go to work today, so I’m not.
I think a day or Fr Phil and taking it easy is entirely appropriate and probably overdue.
Well I hope the rest of your day improves!
I think you’re main course of action should be to take the best possible care of yourself, get lots of Foozley hugs and let all the rest of us worry about you. I know I will be sending all the good stuff I can from here and my thoughts will be with you.