Because clearly I’m not generating enough of it. It’s basically a conflicting goals issue; I need the time off, and I also need the time to catch up. Probably I should try isolating out my actual writing goals and trying to put some scheduling rigor on them?
Or something. Or even just blow off the week and not try to get anything done. At least then I’d be taking more naps or something.
Not COVID, and not exactly food poisoning. But my food choices yesterday were apparently suboptimal. I’m taking it easy and puttering around the house.
I’m feeling better, but I’m still feverish — and now my youngest has an earache. Having eliminated the usual cancer/pregnancy* diagnoses from the Internet, it still looks like my kids are going to have a miserable couple of days. And I’m kind of tired.
Moe Lane
*Everything is a symptom of pregnancy. We discovered that during my wife’s first one. Seriously, check it out on the Internet sometime.
One of my kids is sick — luckily, he got to the bathroom in time — and the other one thinks that he might be. And I’m feeling sniffly myself, and my wife is tired, and it’s exactly the right amount of time from Monday, when my youngest would have gotten exposed to the viral stew which is your average county-wide kid’s program. We may not be going anywhere this weekend, after all.
So… music, and then bed, I think.
I’ve been spending most of the last twenty-four hours finding new and exciting places where one of my kids managed to throw up. I’ll spare you the messy, but thankfully not gory, details; suffice it to say that by now I smell of disinfectant.
Dammit, they got their flu shots. For all the freaking good that they did us. Then again, these were twenty-four bugs — yeah, my other kid did this last week, only in the middle of a car trip — so it probably wasn’t the flu anyway. Still, I’m pretty much done now. I’m gonna find a video to play and call it a day.
Something I ate, apparently. Whee. And ick. I will, of course, spare you the details.
Wife’s getting over a cold, the kids are bouncing off of the walls, and I can’t think straight for more than five minutes at a time. And it’s cold. I had just gotten used to it being Spring.
A kind of cut-your-losses-and-reset-the-clock day, although nothing truly awful happened today. So, I’m cutting my losses, resetting the clock, getting some sleep, and starting over tomorrow. Sorry, but it happens.
I may have caught something from either my kids’ school, or the convention, or embrace the healing power of ‘and.’ I have not been able to concentrate on anything tonight. So I’m going to go to sleep and see if that helps.
Unfortunately, I’m coming to the conclusion that maybe I’ve been so grim and stark for most of it is actually due to what may very well just be a mild sinus infection. So I’m going to go to bed now. It’ll be a thing, really.
Moe Lane
PS: I figure that I’m still going to try to stay off of Twitter for the weekend, though. Because there really does seem to be a legitimately addictive nature to it, in terms of biochemical rewards and whatnot.
