Didn’t even going to try to go in to work today. What’s worse, Hobkin has been making snuffling/wheezing noises, and has been rubbing his nose with his paws. I’ve given him my cold! Now I’m wracked by guilt as well as sick as a dog.
Crappity crappity crud.
Writing Stuff
Received the contract for “Perfidious Beauty” in the Embark to Madness anthology.
Finished and published my Tangent review of this week’s Sci-Fiction story. Not sure what the deal is with the rest of the e-Market reviews. The editor for that side of Tangent has been largely MIA. . .
Oh no! Hope you both feel better ASAP.