I’m taking the day off. I’m not incapacitated, nor am I actually in pain or sick (and I might be later). I have 34 banked sick days and I didn’t want to go to work. Nor did I think I’d actually really get anything done, so this seems more honest.
So I’m watching a Netflix marathon of The West Wing, because it makes me happy. Pea left me lunch money to go buy my lunch so I can ‘get something fancy’. I do not need his lunch money, but he was not to be swayed (and he knows me well enough to know I’d probably just make popcorn for lunch if I didn’t have the impetus to leave the house).
Pea is sad, and it breaks my heart. I think he was holding out a lot more hope for this third beta than I was. I had tried to explain how bad it was looking, but he is an optimist, and a holder of hope. We’re both sad about the trip, in light of this it would have been perfect timing: a change of scene and a chance to spend lots of time together and make some fun memories. We’ll find a way to do that this week anyway, but we’ll save our vacation days for something more fun.