I've been sick since last Wednesday. Don't you hate it when you know you're coming down with something? And there's a bunch of nasty stuff going around right now. Mine is sino-bronchitis with an ear infection on the side. I took Thursday off, and Friday too, so I had a four-day weekend. It sucked. All I did was sleep and read. Not that I have anything against sleeping or reading. Those are two of my favorite indoor sports. But I had a list of stuff that I should have gotten done, but nope. Nothing. Zilch. Nada. My To Do list is longer than ever. And although I did survive an entire day at work today, it was hard. I'm so tired I just want to go back to bed. But I can't.

Good news. The publisher is interested in the 2nd book in the After the Crash series. They would like to see a few revisions in the first quarter of the book, and a few other changes. They would like it in three weeks if possible, but if I need more time they can work with me. I think it's do-able within three weeks if I just get focused. I was planning a trip out of the country this weekend, but between being sick and having this book due, I might have to bail on that. It's always fun to go to Winnipeg, but my writing is a job, same as my Monday to Friday job, and really, I'm definitely not recovered from being sick.

So tonight, I plan to re-read the manuscript, re-do the neck of the chemise for Patty Anne and knit while I watch a little TV. Then, bed. Oh, how I miss my bed.