National Sickie Day falls on the first Monday in February, the day when more workers than usual call in sick. Whether it’s a genuine cold, a hangover or just the desire to stay under the duvet, it’s a moment that quietly acknowledges a universal truth: sometimes you’re simply not up to it.
If you were already eyeing the duvet, making a cup of tea you don’t immediately drink, and staring blankly at the ceiling, you have our permission.
Cat Johnston’s new short, The Gods of Minor Ailments, feels like the perfect companion for that mood. It takes life’s smallest, most irritating afflictions and turns them into something almost divine, in Cat’s wry, painfully human style.