Get back to work
I'm sitting here on a wet, miserable Monday afternoon, typing this wet, miserable blog update with a wet, miserable respiratory virus passed onto me by the kids, knocking me for six. On Saturday afternoon it struck with the usual symptoms: an aching body, sore throat, nasal congestion, and coughing. It hit my 57 year old frame at full speed during the subsequent night of much-interrupted sleep, with respiratory fluid emanating from every mucus membrane in my upper body. Thankfully, I had no jobs to do on Sunday, so I could rest up a bit. Then Monday slams into the frame. Prior to the stupid pandemic, it was vital to disregard one's own welfare, and force yourself to go to work when ill with a virus (unless you were lucky enough to be in some sort of cushy public sector role obviously). This would result in others around you suffering the same condition a week or so afterwards, and this would inevitably affect productivity for a prolonged period of time. The Coronavirus changed
