Today should be the first day, in 11 working days, that I don’t have to cover for someone who is out. I get to get caught up on my projects tomorrow. Home, well, that’s another story. I still have my christmas lights up. I’m the ghetto house on the block.
Update: Now I feel horrible. A coworker of mine had to leave early on wednesday because his wife was admitted into the hospital with a pulmonary embolism. Me and my big mouth.