Ugh. I probably shouldn’t have gone in to work today. Whatever plague bug that’s making the rounds down here seems to have latched its claws on me. I’m snoggy, feverish, sore throated, and dizzy. But I went in anyway because I had an afternoon meeting and I’ve been out of the office for the last week and a half. For all I knew, my place of work might have crumbled to rubble over the holidays.
The meeting was uneventful, my company is still chugging along, and I probably should have stayed in bed. I felt like I was sowing black death every time I wheezed out an exhalation.
I’m seriously worried that I may have given this ick bug to Hobkin, as he’s been sleeping a lot more (if that’s possible), and rubbing his nose a lot. And when he sleeps, his nose sometimes makes a sort of wet, snuffly noise. His appetite is fine, though. We’re increasing the amount of bell pepper in his diet to make sure he’s getting enough Vitamin C.
I feel utterly craptacular. *snog*
I’m going to reset my 500 words/day counter so I can keep a tally of days for 2005 that I’ve managed to achieve my goal.
However, I’m still pinging away at my 100 words/day progress.
Did a pass over the flash piece I wrote for yack_yoniga‘s flash contest and posted it. Sorry folks, I want to keep my first publication rights if I don’t win, so I’m requesting that it remain screened. Started on a critique for Critters. Had a hard time focusing through the bleariness which is my brain. Will finish it up and send it out tomorrow. I’ve got several more that I want to do. We’ll see.
Received a 30-day “Both editors really enjoyed reading . . . but” from Aeon with a pretty detailed critique. As rejects go, this one was pretty spiffy.
And a 133-day “no, but try us again” from Paradox.
Did two rewrite passes on the Princess Fantasy, stuck a fork in and called it done. It’s now officially in my “hold for Cicada” queue.
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