Preventive Sick Day

I had to take a preventive sick day today from Job #1. That's b/c last night when I got home from work, DH and I were supposed to go to our weekly run/walk and I was feeling pretty wiped out and hungry and not in the mood. But we went anyway, though we just walked. So this a.m. I woke up at 5:34 am to go to the bathroom, then couldn't go back to sleep. DH wandered into the bedroom about 30 min. later (he'd been sleeping downstairs where it's much cooler and also to avoid my snoring) and he couldn't sleep either. Tuesdays are my 12-13-hour/2 job days. I knew that I would be asking for trouble if I tried to attempt a 13-hour day on that little sleep and that general feeling of being worn out. On top of everything else, I've had a bunch of little errands and chores that have been needing to get done for the past few days that I just haven't been able to get to, so I called in "sick" (made up a story about my allergies since that's at least a socially acceptable, less complicated excuse) and blissfully slept in with DH.

He actually went into work today on his day off so he could get in some more hours and make some more $, and I finally accomplished most of the little errands I've had to do: drop off at the drycleaners, wet dusting and vacuuming the master bedroom, getting the latest round of pic's off the digital camera, buying my navy blue pumps and a wallet and grooming set for DH for Father's Day (w/15% off coupon, yay), hard-cooking eggs and making tuna fish. I also read, lounged around on the couch, and watched some of Urban Cowboy, one of the funniest movies ever made. (L. and I had to text some choice lines from it to each other while I was watching.)

Pic's will be posted tomorrow, I'm sure. I even took one of my ghastly right arm with the bruise now creeping up past the elbow on its way to my tattoo!