Well, if that wasn't an adventure, I don't know what is. After a mistaken belief that I was over the worst of it on Tuesday, Wednesday arrived and showed me what the worst of it could be. I wouldn't wish that crud on my worst enemy. (Well, maybe... I know that in my illness induced daydreams I did consider going over to a certain person's house and licking his doorknobs. If anyone deserves this, he does.)
The only upside to laying on the couch hour after hour, trying not to wish for death, is this:
It gave me a chance to think about things. Perhaps all that thinking has shaken some things loose. Hard to tell as I'm still a little muzzy-headed. I do know that things haven't been right with the writing yet this year, so I think I need to shake things up. (If that makes any sense.)
I'll reveal all in the days to come. (Or as much of 'all' as I have figured out at this point.)
Hope all of you are well, and things are peachy-keen in your worlds. =o)
And the Winner is... Not Me.
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