In another life, even in one of the previous iterations of my own, I would pick up the phone this morning and leave my secretary a message.
Hi, it’s Joanne. I still have the migraine I left with yesterday so I won’t be in. Can you please reschedule my meetings with the printer and the graphic designer for any day next week? Thanks. I’ll check in with you later, but on the off chance I don’t: have a good weekend.
I’d hang up the phone and head back to bed and let the rain lull me back to sleep. In a couple hours I’d wake up with my migraine gone—fingers crossed—and have the rest of the day to relax.
In this life, I know I have one student coming in after school to make up a quiz and will probably have about a dozen students stopping by with questions about becoming members of the student group I advise.
In this life, or today anyway, it's easier to go upstairs, throw my hair in a ponytail and get dressed, and then fill a commuter mug full of coffee and grab some leftovers out of the refrigerator and go to school. I'll remind myself all day that I have the weekend to rest, and I'll be glad that I’ve been changing up my routine and did my grocery shopping last night instead of waiting until tonight or tomorrow like I typically do. I'll reschedule my nail appointment and come directly home, rejoicing in the little victories. I hope.