This bug... clings.
I just can't shake it like I'm used to doing. And Sneezin' and Wheezin' season is not helping.
I have three sticks of cinnamon. I can plausibly make cinnamon/ginger/citrus tea. Lord knows the Shamdy didn't help as much as it should have. But getting a good ginger garlic chicken soup going is going to have to wait until I have more money.
I just want to sleep. But I owe y'all a fresh story and a scheduled batch of Blasts From My Past. And if I don't get that 1K down in my novel, I'll frelling kick myself.
Not the best occupation when lurgified.
I drag myself onwards, though. Slowly. Because that's about the pace I can handle.