lagilman | Morning, Take 2

So I woke up at 4:30 this morning and though "oh yes, this is a nasty cold." So I got up and chugged some drowsy-making cold meds, and took my mega-dose of vitamin C, and puttered around the internets for a while, and fed the cats and made coffee, and thought about getting some work done...

and woke up a bit later, unsure if I'd been posting to Twitter or just dreaming I had been (a quick check: just a dream. whew!)

But now I have made and had breakfast (egg noodles and yogurt, separately), and I have tea-with-honey, the cats have settled themselves around me once again, and we're giving this morning thing a second try. At 9:30am, how decadent.

And this leads me to the discovery that apparently, while I'm wearing my editor hat I can talk about writing at length, but the moment I put on the writer's hat, it all flows inward and refuses to show itself. "I'm busy!" it insists. "Do you want to talk about it, or do you want to DO it?"

Well. Put that way...

[unfortunately, I owe a talk-about-writing/publishing Q&A. So it has to get done, writing-brain or no]

2:45 ETA: I HATE BEING SICK. HATE HATE HATE. I'm not even any good at whinging piteously and I'm too restless to sleep and too sick to read and there's not even anything bad-good on tv. *tries to sulk, runs out of energy for that, too* Meh.

2:55 EtA: Huh. Even with meds I'm running a fever. That could explain it... *wilts piteously* When it hits 101, should I sell?

5:05 EtA: Hit 100.3 Why is there no ice cream fairy? I made deadline today on the thing that needed to get in, I deserve an ice cream fairy.

6:00 EtA: Fever seems to have peaked at 100.5. Got up long enough to nuke a Fresh Direct RTE, and managed to get self and tea back to bed without spilling either. Feel like I just ran a marathon while being waterboarded. Still no ice cream fairy. Am I not wishing hard enough?

7:45 EtA: Still no ice cream fairy. I blame budget cuts. Fever's back up. This is me, signing off.