I saw a tweet on FB from someone attending that showing, so it’s my impression that all went well. Thank goodness.
I’ve reached the stage of the crud in which I pile pillows into a huge mass, with the two new heavy ones as the core of the mound, and sleep semi-upright, like a shipwrecked sailor clinging to a rock. It at least prevents the coughing fits. And we both went to bed early last night: about 9. And got up at 7-7:30. That’s how tired and run down we are. Jane’s on her second round of antibiotic, which makes you slow, and I’m on the tail end of the crud, so I don’t feel too spiff either; we both got soaked to the skin in ice water, then had to go to dinner and a social function, and I just said to hell with the diet and ordered pizza—but Pizza Hut got my order wrong and gave me half pepperoni and half black olive on mine. Waa. I wanted them mixed. But I’ll live, she says, coughing.
Weather’s grey and heavy; it’ll be twilight by 3pm, this season, with the clouds thick up there.
The good news is I’m making slow progress on the writing—not the slow part. The progress part. That’s good. If I can get through the section where I have to handle moving everybody about the map, and get to the people interacting part, that will go much faster. It’s a law of nature that you have to work the hardest on the scenes that just aren’t by their nature exciting…
Hope you and Jane get better soon!
If muddling though the writing even in your current state of bleh makes you feel better, do it. Don’t push yourself on our accounts; we will get the next book when we get it, and we would rather have you back up at 100%. If you have a comfy recliner, that often is a good place to sleep when laying flat makes your nose and throat and lungs Declare Intent; you can control your angle of attack.
Oh, I always write. When I’m not writing I’m even more miserable. But it is one thing I can do without a keyboard under-hand if I just decide to lie still and stare at the ceiling.
But thank you for the kind thoughts!
Ugh. I think I caught that crud in August; it lasted me into October, and what with the heavy coughing, I didn’t sleep horizontally for at least the first two weeks of it. I thought I’d come down with pneumonia, but the doctor said no, just a nasty virus.
Sympathies.
Well, no dah! Fun stuff always goes faster, but things that must be done in order to get to the fun part always drag on and on.
You could watch a musical and relax.
http://video.pbs.org/video/2365121337/
It’s OK.
Holy cats. Between the hurricane in the Philippines and the tornadoes that just clocked the Midwest, I find myself looking at the NOAA radar much more frequently these days. There’s a meme in anime of a supertanker (or submarine) stuck through the upper half of a skyscraper indicating catastrophe; I think it’s not quite to that level yet, but we’ve come close a few times.