I remember when I was younger and sick days were full of TV, saltines, 7-up and a break from the daily grind of school. This past Thursday I had my first sick day since I can remember. In all reality, probably my first sick day since high school. It was not what I remembered. In fact, I slept.
Who seriously can sleep 11 hours at night then wake up for a few hours (attempt to go to work) then sleep the rest of the day away? Me. No TV. No saltines. No 7-up. And the only break from the daily grind of work has left me with anxiety that I missed a full day. I have officially changed my mind on sick days — not a fan. And I am now empathetic toward people who are always sick. How do they do it?
So while I hope that after another night’s sleep I’ve recovered, enjoy this:
Here’s a little preview:
Four men. On a log. Family photo? Priceless.