Using the awesome powers of orange juice and SHEER FORCE OF WILL I am back from the land of viral incompetence. Promptly after attending the wedding, I came down with some incapacitating tiredness at Toys R Us, and Bryon took me home, where I stayed until Tuesday.
When I am ill, I can’t do much. Reading or writing is generally out. So, in the great tradition of avoiding boredom, I watched through two seasons of Dead Like Me, once again appreciating some awesome character centered/quirky story telling. Then on Wednesday, because I woke up with the ringworm, Bryon had just gotten rid of, and I was tired of being sick, I stumbled into the doctor, who promptly gave me medicine for one thing, but no meds for the VIRUS, because that’s the way doctors roll these days.
However, Thursday, my antibodies triumphed. And I finished chapter 10 of Abby Rath yesterday. It’s SO good to be well.
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So. I’m writing today. Yes, I am. I just wanted to let you all know that I hadn’t died in some sort of car accident or something. Tomorrow is vintage hair day with my friend Mary and her daughter Katie. Sunday is Greek dinner with Allen. AND this weekend, I’d like to get through chapter 11, which is new material and will need a couple of smoothing rewrites, ultimately.
How are you?
