K took today off work. Which came as a surprise to me about 7am this morning when instead of getting in the shower like usual, he got back in bed. He’s the worst influence on me, his “calling in sick” gave me permission to call in sick myself and we both slept in for about three more hours. THREE people! I haven’t slept that late since I was a teenager. Oh, the humanity.

I pretty much did nothing of consequence the entire day. Again, I blame K. We ran some errands, played around, had beers with our neighbors… I slacked off today. And you know what? It felt FABULOUS. Not something I could do every day.

Because the guilt? Was awful. As good as taking a sick day felt, I felt this horrible guilt all day long. One thing about working for yourself: you can make yourself one hell of a boss. Honestly, Ive never had a more demanding, pencil-pushing, task-master.