Enthusiasm, and less of it

So far, so good with the Blog Challenge! I can't imagine for one second that I'll actually manage to post something every day in January, but after a week or so of feeling crap and useless, it's nice to note that I am keeping up with this for the time being. It gives me a little sense of achievement and a little bit of pride in amongst all the self-loathing and self-berating. A small tick in the plus column, if you will, or a little 'W' to hang onto and feel good about.
We're supposed to be seeing Nathan and Hannah tomorrow, so that may limit my ability to write. I say 'supposed to' because Nathan does a lot of stuff with vulnerable adults and the elderly these days (a nice thing that his church set up during the lockdowns that they've kindly kept going for the community) and he's worried I might pass something onto him that might kill off half his congregation. I keep telling him I'm on the mend now, and the antibiotics should have seen off any infection, and you're normally only infectious - if at all - for the first couple of days with a cold, and there's so much Covid and other shit about that all his parishioners will have been exposed to whatever this is already, but he's insisting on being careful. And being quite rude about it. Why is it that the religious people are sometimes the most un-Christian people you can encounter?  There must be a passage somewhere in the Bible that says, "Blessed are the Pious, for they shall be a bit Bastardy to those around them when they feel so inclined." (I must admit I haven't read the whole thing, so it might have been something I've missed.)

RC 5-1-24