Saturday, June 23, 2012

Pride Goeth Before The Fall

Oh I was so cocky.  So proud of myself and I had to brag, didn't I?  I had to gloat and blow my own trumpet.  Well my friends, take heed.  For I have been struck low.  Brought down by a lurgy of abombinble sneezes, hideous coughing, incessant nose dribbling, and cursed fever with chills.

All in all, I'm a sick little bunny.

And while yesterday I was barely able to lift my head off the pillow, today I am feeling a little better, so I suppose it's not quite the end of the world.

However my word count has suffered.  I got nothing written yesterday and I did try today but it all came out in gibberish so I am giving it up as a bad cause and hoping that tomorrow I will be better enough that I can play catch up.  I'm not sure I'll be able to do 3000+ but if I do a bit over 1500 tomorrow and the same the day after I'll be back on track.

But look who I have to look after me

Is there anything that woman can't do?

1 comment:

Jackie Ashenden said...

Hugs, Elissa! Get better soon!