I only get three paid sick days a year at my job. So when I got up this morning feeling icky, I decided to try to go to work anyway.
Lew had the day off due to the Martin Luther King, Jr. holiday, so he had made plans to meet his son for breakfast. He dropped me off at work on his way. (We had lots of snow fall overnight, so it was nice to have a chauffeur.)
Lew and Matt had a good breakfast together. And how did I make out at work? Drum roll, please....Lew picked me up on his way back home.
One down, two to go.
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