I woke up this morning, back hurting, stomach a little queasy, and I thought, “Nope, not doing it today.” I had sick time and PTO, so I called in.
Slept a little, back still hurt when I woke up, but it eventually faded away. It wasn’t enough to ruin my day or anything. I enjoyed hanging out with Vincent and Jim. Jim is a horrible enabler when I think about calling in sick. His response is always, “Do it!” Of course, when I call in, it means I’m not tying up the internet for work, so he can play.
So he worked on Warcraft; I hung out with Vincent. The living room was so pretty, the way the sunlight slanted through the blinds and danced on Vincent’s face while he frowned over his trains. And, of course, it just made me wish all the more than I could stay home with him.
During the day, I found Vincent’s nice jacket that I bought at Old Navy, the jacket that I’ve been trying to find for weeks now, so I was happy for that.
Later that night, Jim and I took Vincent for drive. Another sign that he’s our kid is that he seems to love drives as much as we do. As soon as I say, Hey, Vincent, want to go for a drive?, he drops whatever he’s doing and runs to the door. So we went for a drive, came back, got Vincent ready for bed. Jim and I talk about how we need to find something to put Vincent in just to get him out of the house, around other kids–both of us confess that we worry he’s lonely sometimes–get Vincent out of tub, dress him, play, read to him, tuck him into bed.
Then, we run Kara with Phil. KARA. YES. I know the end-game content is what pretty much most Warcraft players are into, but Karazhan is really the only thing that I’ve ever wanted to see. It was beautiful and so interesting. And fast, from the stories I heard. Of course, we ran it on higher-level characters, but I got to hear how this mob led to so many wipes and about the time that the tank was pulling a mob and fell off the ramp.
Okay, Jim put his computer up, so it’s time to go. The other thing that made today good was that I decided to check the scale and I’ve already lost almost FOUR POUNDS. In less than a week. I felt so good about it, I rewarded myself with a teeny-tiny glass of Coke. Nothing more than that, I’m not trying to gain it back.
Okay, leaving. Need to go to bed, since I don’t plan on calling in sick two days in a row.