Monday morning. Stomach is upset. I had planned on going to court with Pastor, since the City has extra money and wants to continue to apply commercial codes to a private residence. I’m not due at work until noon. I have a cup of Thera-Flu in front of me, yesterday’s meals came out the wrong way already, and with the back door wide open and 61 beautiful degrees of breeze wafting in I’m sitting here sweating like a pig.

I think I’m sick.