Well, I now know why I haven't had word about the Last Captain. He who was to give feedback is ill and at home. This news is good, actually, at least for me. Don't get me wrong, I wish him a speedy recovery, I just didn't like the thought I was being dodged or had been forgotten. Much better to know the man is ill (Though I'm sure I just shot myself Karmically by admitting that. Here's to coming back as a slime mold.)
Yesterday, when I returned to work, everyone has a cold. One of the clerks even had to go home early, he was so ill. When I got home, the daughter was having snot-locker dribble issues.
I do hope I do not get it. I am a puss when I'm ill, a whiney little boy who needs his woobie and wants his hand held. I don't know why that is, really. Physical injury I can shrug off, for the most part. The ick, not so much. I suppose my man-card gets all soggy with snot.
Ah well, I'm off to Purell the shit from my hands and every work surface touched by the plague-bearers.