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.