I am sick and tired of being sick and tired. People are not supposed to get sick in the summer. First son was sick. Caught a bug his first week of college. Gave it to Dad who was sick and miserable for Father’s Day. Now I’ve been sick all week and haven’t written a word.
I had three days of peace and quiet in the house, no chores, no grandson to babysit, and I wrote 0 words. Arghhh.
My brain has just been too fuzzy with medication to concentrate to write a coherent sentence, let alone a page or two.
Today I’m feeling much better and hoping for a few pages.