The sun is shining. The birds are chirping. In the midst of all of this hope and newness, I am sick. While I haven't received an official diagnosis, it is clear that I have caught something that I'd rather give back.
I missed two days at work this week, which is a rarity. It's rare because I am rarely sick; and because I am reluctant to use my "Paid Time Off" on being sick. It is much more productive to be sick at work and to use PTO for fun, than using it because you are actually sick.
However, sometimes such things can't be helped. When your throat is inflamed, you have chills and your skin hurts to the touch, missing work is imposed on you. So despite my plans to use this last weekend before the primary promoting Obama, I am trying to promote my own health.
The irony is apparent. I survived the entire winter with only a minor cold. And then with the advent of Spring, sickness overtook me and knocked me on my tush! Everyone else is running and enjoying cocktails on rooftops and I am house bound.
However, even in the midst of the sickness, I am grateful that the sun is shining and the birds are chirping. It turns out that Spring has made the sickness more bearable!
