Sick and Tired

I have been struggling with the Cold From Hell for the past four weeks. Just as I think I've turned the corner I get a urinary tract infection. My garage door froze shut so I can't go to work. I am sitting at home, hot and in pain and angry. Later I will try to write. I pity my characters. I also have a hefty chunk of editing to do. If I felt well, my heart would be singing joyful electronic dance tunes. But...today it is mopey and silent. Every schedule and deadline I set for myself has fallen by the wayside.

But I have a warm house and an even warmer cat so I should just shut up and deal. Sniff. Self-pity attack over.