Progress goes 'Boink'

I called in sick today. Legitimately, in case you were wondering. I'm generally not one to squander my time off on mental health days... partly because I'm a bad liar and fear my attempts at a gravelly voice and fake coughs are transparent as Saran-wrap, and partly because I'd rather save my PTO for actual out-of-Dodge vacation. Today I'm not exactly sick, per se, but I think I'm having an unpleasant reaction to the nasty Option B antibiotics my dentist prescribed to try to tackle the persistent mysterious tooth problem once and for all. Without going into details, I decided it was necessary for me to be close to home today.

At any rate, so here I am this morning, sitting on my couch rather than sitting in my soul-sucking cubicle. I left my laptop at the office, so I can't do work, I certainly am not going to clean the apartment or anything crazy or productive like that, and I'm not venturing out because I do feel icky plus it's raining. I figure I'll play some video games later. But this morning? I've reacquainted myself with an ornery little boy and his tiger.

I happen to have the complete set of Calvin and Hobbes, 3 gravitational volumes of every comic in the order they were originally published, and they've been sitting on my shelf awaiting my attention for months. These are tomes that demand deliberation, not mere casual perusal. Ahh, I'd forgotten how truly excellent this strip was. Bill Watterson was genius, I tell you!

My day has improved considerably.