I put in enough hours earlier this week that I was going to have to take today off, anyway, to avoid going into overtime. And of course, since this week has been really busy (and fantastic) and exhausting (and awesome), I got sick.
Now, I’m sufficiently fueled by guilt that when I take a sick day, I typically get freaked out about even leaving the house to buy chicken soup and rent some movies. Because clearly, if I’m well enough to do that, why the hell am I not at the office? The great thing about already having the day off is that I could leave the house without fear. (Do others share this paranoia?)
Anyway, I picked up the first several episodes of the first season of Rome. I am an enormous fan of Mary Renault (though admittedly she is more about the Greeks) and I, Claudius, and I’m hoping this will sound some of the same notes.