My mind is such a torrent...

There seem to be an extraordinary number of problematic bugs floating around at the moment. Covid is still pretty prevalent in parts of Suffolk, there's a terrible chesty cold ripping its way through our staff, and now a 24-hour sickness thing has surfaced that has taken out a large chunk of our cleaning and maintenance crew. I have a suspicion they may have all gone out on a big pre-Christmas night and spread it around between them, but maybe that's just my cynical brain kicking in and finding connections where they aren't. And anyway, does it matter? We're able to cover the absences without too much trauma, and if groups of staff are socialising together and having fun, I say Good Luck to them. I'm just really hoping I don't pick anything up myself. Or - if I do - that I get it now and get it over with, rather than have something turning up on the 23rd that will make me ill for The Big Day.
But, then again, isn't that just me worrying unnecessarily? I eat well and take my vitamins so it's not like I'm setting myself up for illness by being weak and lowering my immune system, and it's not as if the boys' Christmas will be ruined if Dad is a bit poorly. So I don't need to worry. And yet I still do. Because that's what I do.
Anyway, I feel all right at the moment.

RC 13-12-23