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Pneumonia, and chicken soup
Jan. 17th, 2005 06:19 pmNo, it's not _really_ pneumonia. But it sure feels like it.
Napped at least a little every day since Tuesday. Sometimes a lot. Slept through half of the Shire revel on Saturday, which fortunately caused me to miss little. Yes, I _was_ awake for Lewis getting his Ironstar. Just not moving any.
Survivede the Obligatory Family Birthday Thing yesterday with only minimal grumpitude. My mom got me a trash can. :) Now, this really is good - one of ours got run over by a truck or something a while ago. I love my mommy.
Lewis's mom, in the meantime, is _still_ grumbling over the Clearly Non-Suitable things I bipped for the bridal shower they insisted I have. Hey, we _needed_ flashlights, and some more surge protectors, and that set of screwdrivers... *sigh* She's promised she'll eventually get us something 'more meaningful' as a wedding present. I live in fear.
But it was generally non-awful. Woke up today feeling nearly human, and now Lewis has got it - sore through, coughing, general urk. He took the day off and has napped twice so far. He sounds like he's feeling a bit better but we're so not going to practice.
Talked to Geno and Lisa about Entertaining Shire Things. :P
Lewis went over to Jodi's parents Friday night (I stayed home so as not to be communicable at them) and fixed their new surround-sound thingy, so they sent him home with chicken soup. We thawed it, adulterated it slightly (garlic, oregano, orzo) and are eating it for dinner. Just _breathing_ the steam is making my throat feel better.
I'm not _done_ my novel, but I finally finished the Big Ending Scene in a fit of creativity far later than I wanted to be awake Thursday night. I haven't even re-read it yet; it may still suck rocks. If I keep it, it will inspire another fit of re-writing to wedge in the motive the Bad Guy has suddenly acquired. If, that is, said motive makes any sense whatsoever when I read it over in a week or two.
So instead I have spent the day working on collating commentary for Gwenllian-who-I-have-probably-misspelled. That's now done and sent off. Not as tough as I'd thought, but I didn't do any preliminary decisions. Not the way I'm feeling. Maybe next time...
So I think I'm going to pull up the short story I finished a while ago, rip it apart, and re-do the whole thing, since it's rather lacking in actual conflict and the ending sucks rocks. We'll see.
Napped at least a little every day since Tuesday. Sometimes a lot. Slept through half of the Shire revel on Saturday, which fortunately caused me to miss little. Yes, I _was_ awake for Lewis getting his Ironstar. Just not moving any.
Survivede the Obligatory Family Birthday Thing yesterday with only minimal grumpitude. My mom got me a trash can. :) Now, this really is good - one of ours got run over by a truck or something a while ago. I love my mommy.
Lewis's mom, in the meantime, is _still_ grumbling over the Clearly Non-Suitable things I bipped for the bridal shower they insisted I have. Hey, we _needed_ flashlights, and some more surge protectors, and that set of screwdrivers... *sigh* She's promised she'll eventually get us something 'more meaningful' as a wedding present. I live in fear.
But it was generally non-awful. Woke up today feeling nearly human, and now Lewis has got it - sore through, coughing, general urk. He took the day off and has napped twice so far. He sounds like he's feeling a bit better but we're so not going to practice.
Talked to Geno and Lisa about Entertaining Shire Things. :P
Lewis went over to Jodi's parents Friday night (I stayed home so as not to be communicable at them) and fixed their new surround-sound thingy, so they sent him home with chicken soup. We thawed it, adulterated it slightly (garlic, oregano, orzo) and are eating it for dinner. Just _breathing_ the steam is making my throat feel better.
I'm not _done_ my novel, but I finally finished the Big Ending Scene in a fit of creativity far later than I wanted to be awake Thursday night. I haven't even re-read it yet; it may still suck rocks. If I keep it, it will inspire another fit of re-writing to wedge in the motive the Bad Guy has suddenly acquired. If, that is, said motive makes any sense whatsoever when I read it over in a week or two.
So instead I have spent the day working on collating commentary for Gwenllian-who-I-have-probably-misspelled. That's now done and sent off. Not as tough as I'd thought, but I didn't do any preliminary decisions. Not the way I'm feeling. Maybe next time...
So I think I'm going to pull up the short story I finished a while ago, rip it apart, and re-do the whole thing, since it's rather lacking in actual conflict and the ending sucks rocks. We'll see.
