Natter: Aten't Dead Yet

My doctor told me Monday 'You have a virus. Sleep as much as possible, have a little walk for exercise, then take a nap.' Have been doing that, only substituting 'work' for 'walk.' My paycheque will be a pittance this week. She was adamant about the need to wear a face mask to work so as not to pass my virus on to the kidlings. 'But they gave it to *me*!' cut no ice with her. Luckily I was with the pre-schoolers who think face masks utterly hilarious, and not with the babies who'd have screamed in terror.
( Viri leave little time for fascinating life, hence this lacks fascination )