The last week has been a bit rough for this girl; intentionally surrounding myself with thousands of people when my immune system was already down in the dumps was probably not the best plan in the world. The concert was amazing (Five Finger Death Punch is one of my fave bands at the moment, so it was bound to kick some butt) but I am currently all ill and icky, and the idea of sitting down at my computer, trying to compose something that’s even remotely profound (haha) just hasn’t seemed like an ability belonging to my current skill set. I think the most ambitious thing I’ve done all week is a little editing on my novel (on my iPad, from the comfort of my own bed) and sorting K’s clothing drawers for about the umpteenth time.
I don’t get it, I honestly don’t. The girls both have slight sniffles, and A has been complaining of a minor tummy ache most of the week, but Z is healthy as a horse (as per usual). Meanwhile, I feel like I have the plague, and I keep waiting for the CDC guys to show up and stuff me in a plastic bubble. I may or may not watch too many zombie flicks.
I’ll consider myself back to form when I can finish an entire cup of coffee without turning green. Even this, staring at the insane brightness of my computer screen long enough to type a few meager words, is enough to make my brain want to crawl out of my ear and go on a little vacation. Somewhere cool and dark and quiet. On that note…
Take care, be well, and I’ll catch up as soon as I can.