The Lost Week

crawling back up to full consciousness...

Been quiet around here, mostly because I’ve been knocked out on cold meds. What started as a mild sore throat last Sunday became a full head/chest cold by Monday and now it’s Friday and I’m still coughing, despite sleeping for 20 out of 24 hours for the last four days.

Is it COVID? I have no idea. I had one old home testing kit that expired back in March, and no easy way to get a new kit. I’m thinking not, though, because I grew up with serious allergies and seasonal bronchitis, so I know what from a head cold, and this hits all the marks. All the dreary and miserable marks.

I have several drafted essays I want to post here and I’m behind on my wordcounts for both Become an Unstoppable Storyteller and the Dragon’s Grail rewrite.

But on the other hand, cough syrup and benadryl.

Talk with ya’ later…