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The Husband is on Overhead at work, which means there are no projects for him to work on.  His last project ended, and since he only has 7 more work days (not that we’re counting), there’s no point in putting him on a new one.  He’s eating through the operating budget while doing nothing (for the company at least; he’s trying to get ahead on his first few weeks of classes), so his manager suggested he looked a little ill and might want to use up sick time, as that doesn’t get paid out on the last paycheck.

So on Friday, The Husband came down with rickets and we went to the beach.