Itís only a wracking cough and a fiery sore throat. Try not to worry about me. Iíll be just fine, as long as I can get eight hours of sleep tonight and a stress-free Monday. Thatís not to much to ask, is it? For the sake of my health?
Itís not really that bad (or so I keep telling myself). My energy level is better than youíd expect after hearing the list of symptoms. My appetite is just fine (darn the luck). And Iím no more tired than I usually am at the end of a weekend when my bad sleeping habits get even worse.
Besides, Iím actually looking forward to the new challenges that Iíll start facing tomorrow. Itís a whole different kind of payroll that Iíll be doing for the first time, and I donít even know how much to pay these people until I talk to the Boss, who has been on the road and unreachable since late Thursday, and whose new phone number (and fax number) I donít know yet.
Itís like a puzzle, or a test. I have to find the solution, or at least the answer key so I can cheat. Iím eager to get started, but it depends too much on input from others, so I have to wait until tomorrow. I just hope I wake up feeling this good, but better.