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I'm lurgied. Not sick enough not to be bored, too fuzzed and vaguely unwell to move much.
I went to work anyway. It's so insanely busy at the moment that anybody is useful, even somebody on lurgy-control drugs and if I'd pulled a sickie, genuine or not, the supervisor would have had a meltdown and I kind of like her, so.
I have a quote from the Family Court which sums up that institution fairly well IMO. Judge to litigant:
"You're allowed to have malice. That's what people have in this court."
I went home and crashed out for an hour or so. Claude the Psycho Rat climbed down his ladder, toddled about the house and eventually found me. He jumped on me, ran along, nibble-groomed my head and then, for some reason, my eyebrows which literally brings tears to the eyes. Thanks, Claude. I might not have felt much better but I was certainly awake.
*zonk*
I went to work anyway. It's so insanely busy at the moment that anybody is useful, even somebody on lurgy-control drugs and if I'd pulled a sickie, genuine or not, the supervisor would have had a meltdown and I kind of like her, so.
I have a quote from the Family Court which sums up that institution fairly well IMO. Judge to litigant:
"You're allowed to have malice. That's what people have in this court."
I went home and crashed out for an hour or so. Claude the Psycho Rat climbed down his ladder, toddled about the house and eventually found me. He jumped on me, ran along, nibble-groomed my head and then, for some reason, my eyebrows which literally brings tears to the eyes. Thanks, Claude. I might not have felt much better but I was certainly awake.
*zonk*