What is it with this thick guilt thing I have when I miss work? I rarely miss work. I am rarely sick to the point of bed. But right now I am pacing back and forth thinking I should have gone to work and that I’m doing something wrong etc. I wanted to stay here and wait for results—make sure Toby is ok. I am not outside enjoying this AMAZING day, I promise. Ugh. I hate this feeling. Is it my Catholic upbringing? Is it just normal? And I can assure you after 6, when everyone from work is able to go home, I won’t feel so bad. It’s just so odd. What to do, what to do. You just always wonder, if when you return to the office the following day, they’ll have given away your desk and your chair and your sandwich to another person.