And then, the right side of my face slid off. Like a mudslide. Honestly.
I have an interviewee coming today, and a few lit finals trickling in, so I’m here. Don’t expect much, because. Later, Bryon and I have party errands to run, although I have bought my computer in case there is time and nothing changes.
I’m sure this is the Widow banging on my skull.
I hope you all have lovely, pain free days.
Cath
ETA: On the plus side, I wonder if this means I’m going to get good publishing news? I always get the best news when I’m physically disabled about stories.
