One thing that is stunningly, obviously different about my priorities in these days of self-employment: I am genuinely irritated when I get sick right after my vacation instead of while it was still going on. I had worky PLANS, gorramit! I have so many awesome new things I want to be doing, and instead I’ve spent several days mostly sitting on the couch with a box of tissues and a snuggly dog.
…which, OK, it’s hard to complain about the snuggly dog. But still!
Anyway, I think I may be on the mend now, and may soon be able to leap from my sickbed and Do Things, instead of feebly issuing directions in the croak which has served as my voice for the last while. And don’t worry, everyone around here is washing our hands. After all, we have plenty of soap.