today equals

Neighborhood work from home day.

Because that’s damn well what I’m doing. My second thought yesterday morning was “Damn, I can go into work after all,” but I decided that a day off wearing this here bathrobe was a better idea.

It still is. I have the time, but today I am Working From Home. My access to needed documents has been restored, I have already put in a few good hours of brainpower, and it is now time for a breif break.

Perhaps I’ll even be able to drink most of this here glass of water.

This morning’s Cottage Cheese and Vegetables were the absolute limit of what I could get down the old food hole, swollen as it is with tonsilly goodness. I dread what Egg salad will do to me later today, and may in fact cancel my dinner plans, as last night’s excursion seems to have done did me in.

It was worth it, though.

It would sure be nice to exert myself for more than a minute without the wheezing and knife thrusts to the chest.

Pity party over. Back to work now. Call me if you have to, but I may not answer right away.

oh, P.S. I dipped breifly to 170 going into fruit-veggie only day on Sunday, but sickness pushed me back to 171-2 yesterday. I should stabilize here or just under by Friday, assuming I can stay hydrated.

And other than the immune system failure, I feel great. Vegas should not do too much permanent damage. Shock and Awe will continue apace.