Staying home

Today I am at home with a cold. I feel like something of a sook, as I could probably manage to sit at my desk and do some work, but the thing about going to work is getting up and getting there, either via a long walk or two bus trips (to get anywhere close to door-to-door it takes two buses, which is rather ridiculous given the distance, as the crow flies, thus I walk) and then, regardless of how hot it is outside, the air-conditioning is such that I wear a cardigan everyday, not to mention the fact that I'd share my germs with everyone else, though I think just about everyone has partaken of these germs already. Until this job I had never taken a sick day in my entire working life, excepting two days while I worked at Matthias Media when a strange lump under my tongue escalated into my first visit to hospital, a GA and surgery on my salivary duct. These days I am not so heroic, and the world, such as we know it, just doesn’t call for it ...