whinge

Yesterday morning, the Ick I'd been battling over New Year's came back with a vengeance. High fever, aches, chills, headache, the whole megilla. The only thing missing was the sore throat and cough, for which I'd have been thankful if I hadn't felt like something two weeks dead, already. I managed to make some pasta, but that and herbal tea were all I could handle.

I did managed to get some work done, but at about 1/4 my usual pace.

This morning... the fever's broken, but it seems to have taken all my brain cells with it. Which wouldn't be a problem except there's a matter of this BOOK being DUE on the 16th.

*sighs*

Don't mind me, I'll be the whinging puddle on the sofa, typing as fast as I can....