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I called in sick. I never call in sick... well, almost. I can probably count on my fingers the number of times I have called in sick since 1989. I have been in this funk all week. I wanted to stay home and nurse myself to health on Monday, but I had work to take care of in the office that couldn't wait. I wanted to try to do the same on Tuesday, but my boss scheduled an important meeting. I wanted to yesterday, but I had to be in the office to support some testing that has been scheduled for some time. I left at lunch yesterday. I came home and collapsed. I was feeling a little under the weather last night, but saw some friends and I kinda took my mind off of it. I received some shocking news and suddenly felt uncomfortable. Quickly, I felt that same bad joo-joo I'd been running from all week tap me on the shoulder again. I was feeling pretty bad by the time I drove back to my house. I was almost home and something furry jumped in front of my (sister's) car. I am not sure if I hit it or not, but I think I did. I couldn't find it anywhere. It cold have been a rabbit or a cat. If you have the slightest clue how I am about animals, you would understand how this destroyed me. I felt so bad... tears on my pillow were the last thing I remember. So, like I said, I called in sick. I have a lot of work to do in the office, but I am just in a rut. I don't think I have a fever, but it feels like I was the one hit by a car. I heard on the news that a local man was diagnosed with the "West Nile Virus". Maybe it's that and I'll die soon.