Out of office
Well, I woke up this morning feeling somewhat akin to crap, so I took one of my coveted sick days. I always feel guilty taking a sick day, even if I know that I don't have anything pressing that someone else will need to look at or work on. I probably could have gone in. But... I'm glad I didn't.

Then I dread hearing the phone ring because I think it could be my boss. And he might want something.

At the same time, when the phone doesn't ring, I begin to think that it doesn't make a difference whether or not I'm there. They don't need me! Oh no! I need to feel needed!

OK, not that much. I'm glad for the day of rest. I needed it, maybe more mentally than physically.