Staying home
I worked at home Wednesday last week, as I often do. Then Thursday was a holiday, and though Friday wasn't a holiday there would've been almost nobody in the office, so I worked at home then.
Monday morning I felt like hell: groggy, headachey, generally unfocused. I went to work anyway, figuring it was probably just Monday-morning malaise, but after an hour at work I was feeling worse (with occasional two-minute periods of feeling fine, to keep me doubting whether I was sick or not), so I came home. Ended up sitting at the computer for another couple hours anyway, even got some more work done, but eventually realized the folly of trying to continue, and lay down and took a nice long nap. Woke up feeling much much better.
Tuesday I went to work, but today I'm working at home again. Which means I've been in the office for one day and one hour since last Tuesday. I could grow to like that kind of schedule.
I'm even getting work done at home. Not as much as would be ideal, but probably about as much as I'd get done at work.
Last night on the way home I was trying to decide whether to go in to work today or not, and then I saw two big electronic billboards on the freeway that said "Spare the air tomorrow!" So I figured it was fated that I stay home.
Of course, I reckoned without the fact that my apartment has no air conditioning. Apparently it got up to 102 degrees in San Carlos yesterday, while inside the office we were at the eternal springtime temperature of an air-conditioned building. Today I've got no such luck. (Though apparently the air conditioner at work was broken all morning, so perhaps it's just as well I didn't go in.) But I may try to find a nearby air-conditioned cafe this afternoon.