The nice thing about being sick enough to stay home from work (two days running, now) is that you discover that there’s a whole lotta time in the day.

The not-so-nice thing about that is that, by definition, you’re sick enough so that you don’t feel like doing a damn thing.

Heck, I should be kicking my heels at the existence of a cheap mac—but I’m not. I just want the fire in my throat to subside.

Is that too much to ask?