It’s not that I am late….

Okay, I’m actually late as f*ck, and this is under the heading of “I’m alive, worry not.”

So, I went to bed last night with 10k words remaining on the (yeah, definitely it is) cursed novel, thinking I’d get up today early and finish.

Except autoimmune struck HARD as soon as I lay down. I didn’t wake up till 10:45, and I’m one of those people who considers getting up at 7 am “late.”

And then we had an appointment at noon.Which ran late, because I was talking to keep myself awake. I just ...