I’ve been sick for about a week with a severe upper respiratory infection that caused me to miss the better part of three days of work. I just haven’t felt like doing much of anything except sleeping and eating soup, crackers, and bananas. I have been so sick I didn’t even want to contemplate working on my story. I’ve tried to force myself to write while I was sick before and the results were certainly less than stellar, so I wasn’t going to do that to myself this go around.
Today is the first I’ve felt even halfway human. My voice is actually trying to come back to me too. I still might be a tad contagious, so I’m going to stay home from church. I think I may get back onto the saddle and at least tinker a bit with my story. I have what I feel are some good ideas I need to put onto the page.