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?