So my best laid plans have failed. My attempt to call in sick did not work. My boss clearly saw me lounging in my pj's and drinking an americano around 8:00am. No need to get all crazy as I sometimes don't get my groove on until after Dr. Who (9:00am). But once 9:30 came and went and I was still petting the cats the boss of me knew something was up.
The guilt knitting began promptly at 9:45 am. I just dropped the needles at 11:51. Oh, and there were appropriate lunch and dinner breaks. I'm still a bit peeved at my boss today, but she's not a monster.
let the beauty you love be what you do....rumi
