Well today, after a few days of thinking I had an electric razor rash, I was diagnosed with shingles.
The blisters/sores really hurt to the touch.
Doctor M. said that it would be wise to take a few days off of work just to make sure I'm not exposing any adults to it. Adults that never had chicken pox that is.
I never really knew what shingles were until today.
So I'm going to be home.
I've brought some work home. I've got plenty of writing and planning to do.
But honestly, I think I might be able to finally clean up the Attic a bit. Hell, I might even get some new photos take where I actually spend more than 3 minutes doing setup.
There's a good chance I could get some quality hours in the basement working on those goddamn comic books I want to get rid of.
And with any luck, and with the air mail gods shining down upon me, he may arrive too.