Saturday I came down with a cold. I was really worn out by the time I had split the tree I had cut down earlier in the day. As my wife was not happy with the low temperatures, she was very glad that I was amenable to returning to Duluth rather than staying another day.
Sunday I was even more worn out, napped a bit, and otherwise lolligagged around the house. Monday, the same thing. Today I cough some but have a bit more energy; still, I decided not to go out to a coffee shop.
But if I was still working somewhere, be it in an office or driving a bus, I probably would have gone to work on Monday. If I did that, how many people would I have infected with my cold, be it by sneezing, shaking hands, or touching doorknobs?
