the everyday adventures of sabrina

stayed home sick from work today. haven’t actually felt particularly well since last week some time, i think — nagging low headache, sore throat, suspicious aches — and today was filled with an expanded amount of malaise so i just gave up and stayed home.

of course i couldn’t stand to stay in the house all day so finally around lunchtime i decided to go for a short walk around downtown, despite my middle-class white-girl guilt complex that if i’m too ill to be at work i’m too ill to be anywhere but my bed. picked up my new contacts, which i’d been putting off for a while. then stopped off at the library on the way home. i like the library, but i never get to visit it because — and i don’t understand this — the harold washington library has ridiculous hours. closing at 6 PM on weekdays: it’s stupid. it’s the main branch of the chicago public library; really, i don’t feel that it’s asking too much to stay open until at least 8. so i went to the library. sick enough to stay home from work for fear of inadvertently breathing germs in the general direction of my coworkers, but the arts reference open stacks are fair game. i’m a hypocrite, i suppose, but at least i’m up-front about it.

still feel like crap, but now i feel like crap and i have a book, so i figure i’m doing all right really.

it is 64°F in my office. i did finally remember to bring a sweater hoodie in, so i’m wearing that over my t-shirt, but i’m still cold. stupid workplace crack-addled HVAC system. i find it somewhat disturbing that i should have to order a space heater from the office manager because the a/c is consistently cranked up so high that i have to run to the ladies’ john to run hot water over my hands just so i can type.

also, everyone’s out of the office today. it feels like it’s just me here. sure, there are other people here and there in their offices, but nobody that i actually work with is here. it’s depressingly lonesome.

i wonder if it would feel less lonesome if i wasn’t so cold?

…oh, and my mom’s surgery got bumped ’til tuesday. someone at the hospital apparently clued in that maaaaaybe they shouldn’t take non-critical cases in when there’s a hurricane taunting the region and there might be some actual emergent cases to deal with. way to work that out, medical professionals!

the house i own in texas is in an area which is expected to graciously welcome hurricane rita (or what remains of it) sometime saturday-night/sunday-morningish.

and my mom’s going in for gallbladder surgery tomorrow morning, which should kick her out of the hospital just in time to have the storm all up in her face.

i’m not feeling stressed and out-of-sorts, no no.