For what feels like the 47th time this month I have a cold. It’s one of those colds that I tend to get during winter or when the weather changes. It’s been the same pattern since I was a child. However in Covid times it feels like I should pop off and have a test and do my best impression of the Hunchback of Notre Dame – “I’m hideous, don’t look at me! I frighten you!”
But at some point there needs to be a degree of sense about this thing. I’m not going out into community, I’m wearing a mask continually and I’m sanitising to the point that my hands are starting to disappear. On the occasions I venture out I overcompensate with the sanitising to prove to the people looking at me that I’m sensible! Although going out at all with the mildest symptom feels irresponsible currently – regardless of how well I know myself and my own health patterns. And regardless of the fact that we don’t have active cases within 100kms of here.
Still… It’s this sort of decision fatigue which getting to everyone currently I suppose.
And so I’m back working from home and trying to offset that ‘Fuck me, the van again?’ feeling. I’ve done so by trying to find the most middle of the road music I can. Don’t tell anyone will you but I just listened to Lionel Richie.