So I caught Steve’s cold, and it’s a doozy. The Original Plan had been for me to go into town this morning to do grocery and banking things, then come home and write.
Clearly, I’m not going to town in this condition, but I’m still going to have to figure out how to write with a splitting headache, hacking cough, and muscle aches, because that can’t not happen. I’m thinking the schedule for the day will be: nap for an hour, work for twenty minutes, lather-rinse-repeat. All the while staying hydrated. Easy-peasy.
This is what comes of hanging out in cancer centers and doctor’s offices, I suppose. And, as a Special Bonus, it probably also means that!
Sprite’s vet visit, twice re-scheduled, will be re-scheduled again. I think this time I’ll just throw in the towel and Call Back When Things Are More Settled.
Real Life is so inconsiderate…
Everybody stay healthy.