It's the little things

Oh how I wish this was me.

Instead it's my dog, Nacho. I am sitting behind my desk, day four or five of being sick. And though I can barely swallow and have had a fever for the last three days, I still must work. I hear a new job calling my name.

But since there is no end in sight I choose to live through my 8lbs dog who loves the sunshine like none other. He has the luxury of waking up, jumping down from the bed, taking a break to stretch before he walks over to the sun square and lays right back down to sleep.

Anyways, I'll be back in the swing of things tomorrow (hopefully).