I have a gnarly cough and Eric's back went out last night, so it seemed not only justifiable but necessary--noble, even--that I stay home today.
It was cool and cloudy all day, which is prime puttering weather. I didn't even go back to bed after I called in, I was so ready to start puttering.
I puttered like a motherfucking champ. I drank coffee, read, watched TV (I have now seen the last 20 minutes of Raising Arizona at least 5,764 times), tidied my desk, drew pictures, and wrote a letter. I played with the cat, brought Eric food and beverages, went to the store, and made the first tuna casserole of the season.
Finally, St. Murse came over to give me a check for a T-shirt design I did for his nursing student association. He stayed for dinner, and I also gave him the "Eat a Dick" greeting card set I made for him (I may do more).
I am capping all this off by drinking a hot toddy and catching up on blogs. That is some five-star puttering, if I do say so myself. I'll probably feel better tomorrow, but aside from the painful coughing aspect, I'm almost hoping I don't.