Don't tempt fate

Bad karma be damned, I was ready to call in for a sick day this morning. While I'm in good health, I am completely sick of winter and had no interest in venturing out onto the ice rink that Lincoln Park had become overnight last night.

Snow is one thing, ice is another. The bike isn't really an option when you can barely walk without biting it. So I slugged it out on the train b/c I was too much of a wuss to call in sick.

It's probably for the best, b/c if the Bears/Packers hype gets out of hand I probably will be sick by the end of the week. It's a long five days until Sunday. Throw in some more real estate hunting tonight and Friday can't get her quick enough.

Current beer-scale: 8.8

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