Dear Saul,

Luck, It would appear, is not on my side. I am sick. How sick? Enough to procrastinate writing letters to you. I’m sorry, but My nose is running faster than Usain Bolt on speed.

Still though, people in worse condition than I simply shrug it off and get back to work. I applaud them for it; the ability to feel like crap and delivering an important  ——  at the same time. But I always wondered, when does it sop becoming your problem and start as someone else’s?

Now, I know that most people would rather get on with their lives than to sit at home moping about, but what happpens when you’re so sick you’re way to contagious, and too ill to focus? At that point, it’s time to call it a day. At that point, you’re doing more harm than.

But still people persist? You’d think it was the apocalypse the way people drag themselves to there desks, just to get “one… more… letter!” done.

These are people you can trust to be there when you need them. It’s just sometimes you need them less… not dying.

How sick do you have to be to call it quits?