Lost Opportinities

I’ve been quiet for days here now. This is because I haven’t felt well. I don’t have any real sickness conditions, but there has been an occasional wet cough. Mostly, I’m just tired. I’ve never experienced this before. One day I woke up and was ready to go to sleep an hour later.

I’m not writing this to garner sympathy, everyone gets sick eventually. I missed a couple of days at work because of this crud, and that pisses me off. I still don’t feel awesome, but I’m going to work tomorrow come hell or high water.

What irks me about the whole thing is the loss of a weekend. This is when I write new words, work on outlines, and get Lisa Burton Radio all written and scheduled. I won’t have an interview this week, and that bugs me.

I managed to send out one guest post, and made some word searches on The Hat. That’s about it for me. We managed date night last night, but even then, I felt like I was going to fall asleep during it.

There are some who try to take care of me though.

“Here, Dad, you can have my ball.”

I’m Going to Hell

Chris Musgrave nominated me for a Liebster Award. I am eternally grateful, but am going to decline. I know this could raise my readership, and I encourage you all to check out his blog.

The truth of the matter is that I’m too lazy to research eleven other bloggers to identify those with 200 subscribers or less. I like all the blogs I follow, those with small and large readership.

This blog is officially an award free blog.

This picture is another reason I’m going to hell. It was flour from one of the Tituba posts.

Because she’s weird like that.

My coworker saw it and is teasing me about it. She thinks she’s teasing, but I’m probably hell bound for a lot of other reasons.