I finished Monday’s blog entry and posted it shortly before going to work. I was glad I was keeping up the bargain I had made with myself to update Poison Spur every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. I was also glad that I had gotten over whatever bug had hit me on Sunday.
The latter gladness proved to be a tad premature.
I had slept well the night before (a couple of shots of Nyquil will do that) and woke up feeling a lot better than I did the previous day. As I walked toward BART, I felt a little out of it but attributed this to getting too much sleep rather than genuine fatigue.
I rolled into work a gentlemanly ten minutes late. This is a perfectly reasonable arrival time because there is a route from the elevator to my desk that goes nowhere near the offices of the few people who would give a shit.
I got to my cubicle and realized that I had left my laptop home. The monitor, keyboard, mouse, and that gizmo that connects all those peripherals to it lay on my desk missing that one crucial part.
I went home, got the laptop, and came back to work as fast as I could (on the off chance any of my employers are reading this, I stayed late that day to make up the time, so there). The extra exertion all but exhausted me. Fortunately, I have a lot of experience showing up to work with the sort of hangovers that make mere influenza pale by comparison. Making it through the day feeling like a coyote shat me over a cliff has become almost second nature.
I picked up some crackers and orange juice on the way home and then curled up on the couch under a pile of blankets. I was in no condition to think, let alone write.
Yesterday, I felt better. Not great, but better. My MWF commitment was still firm and if all I had to share was some lame excuse tarted up with self pity, so be it.
I promise something better on Friday. You, not-so-gentle reader, shall be both amused and impressed.