The plague

I know I say this every time, but I maintain we are entering the final days. Latest proof is the ungodly illness I have been foully struck down with. It's hideous and I blame the government and the influx of dirty students. I had the day off work today which has rather thrown my schedule. Don't worry though, I was unable to sit around doing absolutely nothing so I ended up cleaning floors, torrential nose and all, while the cats looked on and laughed. I got my own back though, if they get underfoot on the stairs they will be trodden upon, and neither of them seem to enjoy my friend the vacuum cleaner.
So now I have reached a regrettable point in the day. I am still unwell but I know if I get a taste for not working there will be no going back, it's going to be mental health days all the time. Do I go back to work? I am not functioning at a terribly high level, but one doesn't need to. Or do I prevent the spread of the plague and face notifying 3 people of my non arrival tomorrow? Clearly I need to consult an oracle about this, and while there are probably hundreds of these on the internet I don't trust any of them. Whatever happened to good old down home augury? The cats would love it too.