I woke up Wednesday morning all stuffed up, achey and feeling like crap. So I called up the automated subfinder system for my district and arranged a substitute for the day. That means I got to crawl right back into bed and sleep the day away? Uh, no. That means I had to head down to the school and prepare lessons for the substitute. I was in my room getting something together when a student walked in, looked at me and said "Man, Mr. Rossi, looks like you just had a baby." Yeah, any doubt about whether or not I should be taking the day off evaporated at that comment.