Sick (and tired)
And not in the good "How sick is that?" way. No, more in the "Somebody promise to drag my body outside before I start to decay" way.
Okay, I may be exaggerating. But still...me no feela da healthy right now.
I'm starting to make ground on DEVON'S PLAYGROUND (does that sentence look weird to you, too, minions?). Not a lot, but some and I'll take what I can get. Between that, entertaining family this last week, and getting an obnoxious bug (it could be allergies...in fact, it likely is), I should be happy with my progress. But I'm not. But I'm trying to act like I am. So let's all play along while Auntie Heather deludes herself, darlings.
Ooooh, my new website is on its way (thanks, Shelley!). Other than that, the world is pretty quiet here. I chat up everyone I meet about EIGHTH GRADE BITES and have given more Minion Bling away than I could likely count. And now...I may nap.
Here's an odd thing...why do I work best in jammies, but the moment I'm fully clothed, I feel like napping? Oh yeah, that whole sick thing...if I'm not up in an hour, somebody poke me with a stick, make sure I'm still amongst the living.
Okay, I may be exaggerating. But still...me no feela da healthy right now.
I'm starting to make ground on DEVON'S PLAYGROUND (does that sentence look weird to you, too, minions?). Not a lot, but some and I'll take what I can get. Between that, entertaining family this last week, and getting an obnoxious bug (it could be allergies...in fact, it likely is), I should be happy with my progress. But I'm not. But I'm trying to act like I am. So let's all play along while Auntie Heather deludes herself, darlings.
Ooooh, my new website is on its way (thanks, Shelley!). Other than that, the world is pretty quiet here. I chat up everyone I meet about EIGHTH GRADE BITES and have given more Minion Bling away than I could likely count. And now...I may nap.
Here's an odd thing...why do I work best in jammies, but the moment I'm fully clothed, I feel like napping? Oh yeah, that whole sick thing...if I'm not up in an hour, somebody poke me with a stick, make sure I'm still amongst the living.
posted by Heather Brewer at 10:27 AM
7 Comments:
REST. Your body is demanding it. Sometimes, it really is the ONLY thing that makes you feel better.
Feel better, sweetie!
Nah, it's not my body demanding it...it's the Zyrtec demanding it (a just in case....because it's likely allergies). But rest (ha!) assured, I'm getting in my Z's. Probably more than I should.
You minions rawk. :-* (oh wait! No kishes! You might catch something!)
Hope you feel better soon! I'm pretty sure pajamas have healing properties.
Sometimes 'thinking' about what you're going to write, instead of actually sitting down to write, brings on the best ideas.
Go rest, Heather. Close your eyes and have yourself a thought session.
By order of the Faery Lady
I hope so, Richelle, because darn it, that's what I'm wearing. ;)
Hey, the Faery Lady was right! Some great thoughts on DEVON'S PLAYGROUND last night. Onward!
Sorry you're not doing so well... I send virtual hugs and massages to help you feel better :)
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