Sick Days

Walking into work this morning under a very gray sky, a friend and I talked about how it was the perfect sort of a day to play sick and stay home from school — sit in bed, drink tea, read comic books, and watch the gray light come through the blinds.

An hour later, my daughter’s school is on the phone: “She says her stomach hurts and she’s very much not herself. Ordinarily, we’d just keep an eye on her but, there’s a field trip today and…”

So now I’m home, with a cup of tea and my daughter . . . waiting to see if all she needs from me is some TLC or a large bucket. Perhaps both.