Caught something last Sunday and spent this week taking meds and trying to fight it off before finally succumbing to it sometime Thursday night and arrived at work Friday morning only to be ordered by the PI to take care of my cell culture  (which no one else could do except me) and go home. Which probably says something since he's the one who's been pushing me for new data on Monday, Wednesday and Thursday this week while knowing I'm running five day long experiments. Still feeling kind of achy and gross this morning, but mostly crushingly disappointed since this is the first October in YEARS where I've arrived at a place where I can enjoy myself and now I'm spending my first weekend nursing a cold. I had PLANS dammit.