Well, it's here once again. Virus season. We have at least two viruses in our home, and I'm not talking the computer kind.
It's time for me to stash my mini antibacterial cleanser in my purse, pull open doors with my coat sleeve, and avoid touching my face. No, I'm not OCD, I just hate getting sick. Worse than that, I hate passing it along to my family like a time honored tradition.
Speaking of which, may I suggest we do away with the time honored tradition of shaking hands in the winter? Let's see, germs and viruses are running rampant on my fingers so, hey, put 'er there. How are you? Have a cold.
We shook hands at church this morning like every other church across our land and I have to wonder how many people will get sick from one Sunday's greeting. Please. Can we come up with a new greeting? Let's bump elbows or something. Why this needless exchange of germs? Keep your cold to yourself and I'll return the favor.
I have to admit I feel a little sheepish sneaking my handi-sized sanitizer from my purse at the end our "shaking". It's not that I think you've got cooties, okay? I just don't like to be sick. I don't have time to be sick. So until we change our customary greeting, I guess I'll risk looking like a germophobe.