Maybe I’ll spend all day staring at the sun and trying not to squint.
Maybe I’ll make a huge color tapestry from my belly button lint.
When I’m sick of takin’ abuse, I just make up some lame excuse.
Freedom’s just seven digits away…
– “Weird Al” Yankovic, “Callin’ In Sick”

Truth be told, I am home sick today, done in by an upset stomach and probably too little sleep. My boss, who is still on his sabbatical until the end of the semester, is apparently leaving tomorrow for three weeks, so today might not have been the best of all days to call in sick. But what’s done is done. I am home and plan to stay that way. Really want to talk to me?