Oh how I wish I could get away with this.
Look, if I took a "mental health day" every time I wanted to say "Fuck this, I'm staying in bed", I wouldn't have a job, never get anything done and quite frankly be poor.
But damn...
OK, I can't let this happen on Monday but it was Sunday afternoon. Andrea and I were out for lunch for a nice steak meal when I just began to feel just so weary to the bone tired.
And those bones hurt.
Uh oh! Do I have the 'rona?
When it comes to symptoms for COVID and the omicron variant, I've had the 'rona for 47 and 1/2 years now.
Upon our return home to the Fortress of Ineptitude, I was off to bed and slept there until dark.
So you get this for a blog post.
I'm sure as I wrote this in advance of Monday that will drag my weary to the bone tired body to my work from home office for another day, I will diligently do my job for yet another day.
Even as my spirit cries out, ""Fuck this, I'm staying in bed!"
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