I hate being sick. For over the past week or so, I've had the flu. My weekends have been spent curled under fleece blankets trying to keep warm and drinking tons of tea.
I haven't gotten much writing done. I feel guilty about that. But I know too, that I won't be able to write with having to constantly cough. Or the fact that momma's lap is empty and doesn't she want a warm kitty to fill it?
I'm finally beginning to feel better and am hoping to get back to working on the various projects piled on my desk. Or maybe I should say, waiting to be finished in my hard drive.
There are six now. Yikes! I need to get back to work!!!
I haven't gotten much writing done. I feel guilty about that. But I know too, that I won't be able to write with having to constantly cough. Or the fact that momma's lap is empty and doesn't she want a warm kitty to fill it?
I'm finally beginning to feel better and am hoping to get back to working on the various projects piled on my desk. Or maybe I should say, waiting to be finished in my hard drive.
There are six now. Yikes! I need to get back to work!!!