Nothing much to report this week. I was slowly getting into a writing groove, but then I came down with a cold on Thursday evening. I slept twelve hours that night, took a two-hour nap Friday afternoon, slept eleven hours last night, and took another one-hour nap this afternoon, and have generally been drinking lots of fluids and making sure to get in my daily walk (because exercise and fresh air and routines are all healthy), and I think I am past the worst of it. But I'm going to bed by midnight again tonight, because there is no sense in pushing things.
Stupid rhinoviruses. Stupid body always acting like colds are really the flu.
Blargh.
Stupid rhinoviruses. Stupid body always acting like colds are really the flu.
Blargh.