I've gotten little done at work this week due to the ickiness, but I did get out all the seriously time-sensitive stuff. My client was out most of the week too, so I wasn't missed too much. Just a little.
On a slightly brighter note, I have to say I'm somewhat glad to put my twenties behind me. Seriously. My twenties were tumultuous. They were either ecstatically good or ridiculously bad most of the time. Things were definitely on the up side by the end. But overall, it was a period of transience, instability, and uncertainty for the bulk of the decade. Too many things were changing to keep track. I attended four schools in my twenties, worked at 5 jobs (Biospherics, nannying, SAIC, BearingPoint, and my current company), dated and broke up with four people, married one, divorced none (thank heavens), lived in 9 places, bought a house (not alone), had 4 roommates (not at the same time), got a foster son, didn't get pregnant, started keeping kosher and shabbos, had several pets (like it or not), lost friends, gained more, learned how to snake a kitchen sink (thanks V & J!), discovered an allergy to dogs I didn't previously suffer from, loved and was loved back, cried a lot, laughed a lot, learned how to change a diaper with one hand while rewinding the VCR with the other, had 11 or so kidney stones, lost my gallbladder, had pneumonia for the first (and hopefully last) time, mourned my grandfather, lost and gained, and so on.
I don't regret most things that happened in my twenties. But I'm not sorry to move forward, either. I'm really looking forward to seeing what happens in my thirties.
Aside from that, I'm going to continue sitting here coughing and feeling sorry for myself. YUCK. Oh, and I should think about cooking shabbos dinner.