A wasted opportunity

It all started last Saturday. I awoke with the worst sinus headache and some fever conditions. I spent the day in bed. I felt better on Sunday, but that isn’t the same as feeling good.

I had things scheduled at work, and when it involves over seventy students, I don’t reschedule. Fortunately, it was a Zoom classroom so I could keep my phlegm mostly to myself.

I fought through the fog all week. Everyone under my roof has this right now, and I got the lightest dose of it.

Today I crawled from bed at 8:00 and even that was reluctantly. I have one good day to do some writing, because Sundays are usually filled with other things.

I’m like most people in that I have a game on my phone. Today, they had a new game-within-a-game. I played it from coffee until about 2:00 this afternoon. It was a ton of fun, but didn’t put new words on the page.

I’ve used up all my in-game resources and have no new words to show for it. Didn’t even get the big prize in the game.

But… life isn’t all aliens, dwarves, and witchcraft. We’re all still feeling under the weather. Today was about mindless games, humidifiers, cough drops, and throwing the Nylabone for Frankie, (who is uber happy.)

I might weasel an hour or two tomorrow, but I might not. Somehow, I’m not worried about it. I work like a dog on my fiction, but nobody is picketing in my yard for the next publication. It will come, but I also want it to be a certain quality. The brain fog won’t last forever, and I’ll return to my projects.

I’m guessing this happens to everyone. Hope you’re all having a great weekend whatever you decide to do.