I lasted all of one hour at work yesterday before my stomach totally rebelled (yes, I got to the men’s room barely in time). I’ve been home ever since, with a low-grade fever and GI upsets in both directions. Today is better, but I still don’t feel up to going in. This probably means that everyone I communicated with on Thursday or Friday about their system exchanges will be writing me frantic “Why won’t you ANSWER me???” emails, even though I left my out-of-office message on so they know it’s not going into the Internet Black Hole, and I’ll spend all day tomorrow un-ruffling their feathers.
You must go to the western world and operate the desalination sprocket. Fnord.
