I always forget how long it takes to recover from colds. Also, I may have pushed too hard on Thursday and thus set back my progress.
Anyway, I called in and got my Friday shift reduced, so I only worked 5-9pm instead of 12-9pm, and today I have emailed the rest of my teaching team to say that I should not be around children tomorrow morning (*sadface*) so that will buy me a bit of sleeping time as well.
I am about halfway done with my Yuletide story, having cleared up a few research points and fixed canon inconsistencies in the first section. I also have a list of what to pack for Spain, which I will begin pulling together and fitting into my suitcase this evening. The gifts that needed to be mailed have been mailed, and the ones that will be personally delivered will be wrapped tonight or tomorrow afternoon.
Now I am going to get back to writing and coughing up what feels like three quarters of my lungs. Blecch.
(You know what I especially hate? I hate when you cough so much you start to trigger your vomit reflex and have to hold your breath and be still and swallow down the reflux by sheer force of will. It always tastes like burning. And that is probably more than you wanted to know about my past few days.
Blame the NyQuil. I always do. *beams*)
Anyway, I called in and got my Friday shift reduced, so I only worked 5-9pm instead of 12-9pm, and today I have emailed the rest of my teaching team to say that I should not be around children tomorrow morning (*sadface*) so that will buy me a bit of sleeping time as well.
I am about halfway done with my Yuletide story, having cleared up a few research points and fixed canon inconsistencies in the first section. I also have a list of what to pack for Spain, which I will begin pulling together and fitting into my suitcase this evening. The gifts that needed to be mailed have been mailed, and the ones that will be personally delivered will be wrapped tonight or tomorrow afternoon.
Now I am going to get back to writing and coughing up what feels like three quarters of my lungs. Blecch.
(You know what I especially hate? I hate when you cough so much you start to trigger your vomit reflex and have to hold your breath and be still and swallow down the reflux by sheer force of will. It always tastes like burning. And that is probably more than you wanted to know about my past few days.
Blame the NyQuil. I always do. *beams*)