Anyway. I'm alive and OK.
I'm working and I'm writing.
I'm trying to avoid catching the plague in an office where the staff are dropping like flies, because a) I don't want to be sick and b) I don't want to be sick next week specifically because I have a week off and am visiting my Dad in lovely Lincolnshire.
Cannot be sick. Cannot be sick. Cannot be sick.
I feel like a zombie today but it's not the plague, just a couple more bad nights. This morning I woke up around 3 and got back to sleep just in time for the alarm to wake me up again.