State of the Me

I don't know if I've burned through all my sick days yet; but on the advice of my supervisor when I called in this morning to say the sore throat hadn't left me alone yet, I went back to the walk-in clinic, where a different doctor saw me and agreed that even though I'd tested negative for strep on Thursday, I definitely still have an inflamed throat, and wrote me a prescription. We shall see.

I'd brought green_trilobite along, and hadn't made us breakfast, so afterwards we went to the first place he spotted; unfortunately this turned out to be the sort of bar & grill that is first and foremost a bar, and only has the grill so they can justify being open before noon. They seemed a bit shaken when we asked for menus instead of beer.