I am clawing up from the dregs of sickness and discovering that there’s a whole bright, beautiful world out there.
I’m also catching up on the three trillion things that I had to let slide while I was confined to bed, too weak to even read for long periods.
It was a bitch.
I’ve gnawed at the pile of stuff, and am feeling better about it. House chores, bills, e-mails, ticket reservations for Thanksgiving in Dayton, need to reserve my damn hotel room for World Fantasy, new contract writing job with a software company (paperwork, first little assignment), tackling the huge mindless waste of space that is my day job (full of dates and numbers and five daily reports and bullshit, bullshit, bullshit Xs 2), finishing the last of the Book rewrites so I can get that out by Friday/Saturday, and itching to get back to working on God’s War.
I’m feeling awake, I have energy, I’ll just be stirring around the rest of the week finishing up my backlog. I have lingering weakness and some trouble eating certain foods as yet, but I’m definately in recovery mode.
