The past five days have been a blur. Etta has taken real good care of me, not easy, I am the ultimate baby when sick. She got me got tea, citrus, warm meals, medicine and tissues. She even got me a bag of candy and picked up my dry-cleaning.
I called out sick from work for the first time. I really wish it was a day to play hooky, instead of hurting. Etta and I walked together to the library to vote in the midterm election. I don’t call out sick from democracy.
The best part of the sick day, other than Etta and Roly Poly, is the new Bob Dylan basement tapes raw bootleg.