Yes it is. It certainly is the season. The season for handwashing. Regularly. Religiously. Fanatically even. Much more often than handwashing is usually required.
It's Germville out there in the big wide world. With a capital "G". Everywhere I go, people are blowing snot and/or trying to hack up a lung, sometimes simultaneously. One of my favorite bosses, bless his heart, announced his diarrhea, which he had determined was the final stage of his recent illness.
Like I really needed to know that. But hey, he's a great guy. I have compassion by the bucket for a person like him. Truly. But did I really need to know? Naw. I did, however, go wash my hands.
I've become enamoured with those liquid soaps in the decorative little pumper units. I especially adore the ones with tiny dissolving beads. Antibacterial! Deep cleansing! With Vitamins B5 and E! And oh they smell so good! Who knew the scent Cucumber Melon would tantalize the senses in such a fabulous manner?
Do it now.
Clean hands rule.