My husband is a genious

While I was beyond the ability to think clearly or logically Sunday night, my husband was a genius and suggested I call in sick yesterday morning (at least for the morning). I immediately did so and instantly began to relax - an important step toward actually sleeping, wouldn't you know. He administered meds, gave me a massage and I slept. Finally.

I sauntered into work around noon yesterday, rested and awake. I learned that coming in to work four hours late (as opposed to an hour early like I normally do) means several things:

• I battle NO traffic on my commute to the office
• I get the BEST spot in the parking structure (go figure)
• Everyone is at lunch upon my arrival so I still get that uninterrupted hour to settle in for the day (which is why I normally go in an hour early)
• Everyone still goes home at 5, so there's no one to know if I stayed late or not
• Everyone politely greets me and is extra careful not to overburden me with extra work (or their own lameness)

I also learned that

• I could totally get used to five hour work days
• I love having my morning to sleep, jog, tidy up, etc, to mentally gear up for the day
• I also loved having my evening free (i.was able to visit with Kenny before his class, went to dinner at his sister's, and enjoyed a wonderful home cooked meal - before 9pm!!! (our normal dinner time) - all without any of the accompanying guilt that would have been there had I skipped the gym. It was glorious. As was the dinner she made.

Unfortunately, I also learned that apparently my boss is totally against the use of Sick Time (but, in my case, he was glad I used it wisely and for its intended purpose). Phew.

I'm thinking every Monday morning should be spent sleeping. I hereby move that the standard work week begins no earlier than noon on Monday for evermore. Anyone second my motion?