Sunday, April 26, 2009
I woke up very late this morning -- about twenty minutes before I would have had to leave for church -- with every muscle aching. So I decided to stay home.
I don't think I'm really sick (I feel somewhat better now that I've gotten up and had coffee, although my lower back's still cranky), but I didn't want to push it. I may be just be tired from yesterday's hospital shift and accumulated grief and stress, but if I've caught something dire from the Baby Chick of the Apocalypse, I don't want to spread it.
If I keep improving through the morning, I'll go swimming this afternoon. That's always the best cure for muscle aches.