I have officially declared my latest head cold as The Worst Cold I Have Ever Experienced. Sheesh. It lingers on, and the worst part of the worst cold? Watery, scratchy eyes and lack of energy. I thought I was okay until just before dinner yesterday, when suddenly, my energy simply deserted me. I snoozed through Smallville after dinner. I woke for Bleak House, then tottered off to bed.
Yet is in spite of the sniffling, sneezy, watery eyes, I wrote. Not great stuff. Probably not even good stuff. But at this point, I simply have to get something down on paper or I'm going to be totally stressed out and, as I've learned the hard way, that is Death to creativity.
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