Guilty

I feel guilty. I feel guilty because I came up short in adhering to my customs. I didn’t go to work today. My absence in this case was actually legitimate as I am still sick and possibly contagious, but when I called my manager, Dave, and told him that I would not be in I could hear the disdain in his voice. I know that tomorrow, should I go in, I’ll get the look of death from Brigitte and the cold shoulder from the rest of my co-workers. Not looking forward to it.

I drove again today, and not to a place that’s over twenty miles away, but rather just around town. I could’ve biked to the grocery store and been just fine but I drove because I’m tired and lazy. The rest was nice, though. Everytime I’ve gone walking or biking the last few days it’s worn me out. Even now in the mid-afternoon I’m drowsy.

The last thing I feel guilty about is the ice cream. After stopping by the grocery store I went looking for rain pants at the local sports goods and bicycle stores. Instead of ran pants I found a Baskin Robbins and ordered two scoops of deliciousness atop a sugar cone. According to their nutritional figures posted inside I consumed a potential seven-hundred and forty-five calories in less than fifteen minutes. At least I didn’t eat a ton beforehand.

It just started thundering outside. The worst of the storms should be today and tomorrow. My hope is that they subside by the weekend.