Yesterday, I wrote a big long post whining about my cold, but I figured no one wants to hear me whine, so I deleted it. Everybody gets colds. Life goes on. Yada yada.
But it's hard to think, let alone create, when you have a cold. Thus, my newly-refueled writing engine has been derailed since this started on Saturday. Derp. I can hear it, laying there in the ditch, chugging pathetically as it tries to turn the wheels, but there's nothing I can do about it. :pauses to blow nose for the six-billionth time:
I should still be on track to have this thing finished by the end of the month. Barring any other unforeseen difficulties. I feel better now than I did when I went to bed last night, so I'm crossing my :pauses to sneeze: fingers I'm on the downslope of this crap and can get back to writing tonight or tomorrow.
Wherever you are out there, don't get this. My middle sis in Michigan had this last week. (We joked that she gave it to me over the phone.) Remember, Purell is your friend. But if you do get it, chicken soup, vitamin C, and a boatload of tissues.
Peace out. :sneeze sneeze: :cough: :makes baby-elephant sound while blowing nose: