Call out: Past me is problematic (inconsiderate of present me)

I seem to be coming down with a respiratory infection. Symptoms aren't really marked yet and I can't find all the info about what you're supposed to do anymore, so I guess I can go to work and bring a high filtration mask in case anyone comes in, which isn't likely anyway. I am mostly alone there, which is good. I assume I'll have a sore throat tomorrow or the day after and will perhaps have managed to clarify how to get a sick note from the health center if I need one. Sigh.

I'm actually too tired to be that worked up about how society has decided to just pretend covid is over. That's less my respiratory infection, though, and more that I was hunting vintage magazines too late last night, trying fruitlessly to find British ones from the 20s to 40s. After that I could have slept more than eight hours if I didn't have a diabetic cat, but my little darling had low blood sugar and an upset stomach and woke me about eight times.