Hi. There really isn't too much to talk about this week. Sunday afternoon, I came down with the creeping crud (see Friday's plague post to get the link to the virus of the month). Not much else has happened other than dealing with that. I'm 90% over it. Hubs is stuck at like 60%. Neither of us have slept well in a week, so you can imagine what life is like here.
Thusly, I didn't write. Or edit. There was minimal marketing, which somehow moved 56 copies of Blink anyway. Woot... I guess. I sold a book and someone read a whole other book and most of a third book, so I'm already at almost $5 for the month.
Me, I finally finished reading The Night Manager by John LeCarre. Good book. It didn't end nearly as well as the movie, but it also didn't end nearly as badly as it could've. Ultimately, there was a HEA for the MC, so yay. Not a lot of justice for the bad guys, but sadly, LeCarre had a poor sense of life, so I'm not surprised.
Also not surprising... no baking this week.
Activity? I spent the first four days of the week dragging myself from room to room. Thursday and Friday, I cleaned and did laundry. I lost some weight, of course. I stepped on the scale on Thursday and I was at 176.4, so down a pound. The fat is hanging on to me for its dear life. Hubs probably lost 10 pounds because he's a dude and fat runs from him. :shrug:
I really need to get over this and get back to life. This damn book won't edit itself.
Okay, time for some more coffee. Or maybe I'll just go back to bed. Have a great day wherever you are and try not to catch this crap, eh?
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