Do not be alarmed at extended silence. The entire family caught some URI (according to tests not Covid, but you know tests might be slightly better than flipping a coin. Emphasis on might) and have been passing it back and forth rather merrilly, so…. I get up, and I get down again.
So far 2022 has been lost to the fact that nothing — absolutely nothing — is better than napping. Which has slowed work considerably.
At least unlike husband and son I did not progress into pneumonia, and thanks to antibiotic for the sequella of viral whatsit which sequella happens to be bacterial (What? I write weird when I’ve been sleeping too much. Deal) I am at ALMOST fully-functional human. (Naps have been cut back to one a day, now.)
Also do not be alarmed b my absense from Facebook. A friend linked me in a truly horrendous pun and without thinking I typed “That’s terrible. I might have to kill you now.” Which — as we all know — is the epitome of praise for a punster. FB has banned me for 7 days for “coordinating harm” because their one brain cell is being passed collectively among a lot of robots or something.
Anyway, work progresses — S-L-O-W-L-Y on Bowl of Red, fourth of the shifters, which…. for…. reasons…. required me to do a look up on the precise origin of Armagedon.
With apologies for the one swear word, yeah, I then had to make this image, which strikes me as hillarious because I’m not precisely sane.
Hopefully next time you hear from me, I’ll have actual writing progress to report.
Sure, spit in the eye of fate? What could possibly go wrong? The world ending in insects, that's what!
Sarah, off topic, but the Yarnhub Youtube channel just posted a video about a Portuguese WW1 hero. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PQavTlYv3BY