I’m tired from work, stress, sickness, and general everything. I’m writing on and off, though, so it has survived the Christmas bridge (which it doesn’t always), and I’m working on a story I really like. However —
Devin Townsend – Universe In A Ball!
Because I haven’t Devined in a while. Let’s get to it.
But what else?
Damnit, this is why we shouldn’t have anything to do with other people. One week with family — which is great, it really is — and then I get mildly sick, while my wife gets struck down with some kind of evil fever nightmare. According to my Theory of I Hope So, today should be the worst of it, and tomorrow should be better. Fingers crossed.
I badly miss the opportunity I usually have to recuperate over the Christmas period. I feel like I didn’t catch a breath at all, and I’m trying my damnedest to keep it all together, stay focused, and get everything I need to do, done. (That sentence doesn’t work, but it does if you say it. Just one of the foibles of the English language, and I’ll be damned if I’m going to fix it today.)
The saviour of the day. A recipe altered from an old Betty Crackhead cook-book, taken from one added page that doesn’t belong, and with the amounts adjusted a little bit. It’s delicious, and if nothing else goes right today, at least we got to eat that. And I’ll live with that.
And Secret Santa!
Because I now have the final parts of the gift I am sending out (the rest already got sent, and arrived in time for the actual day). And now, I need to get myself together, finish the final note I started writing today, and get it into the mail. All while trying to survive the rest of everything…sigh, I say, and phooey. I’ll feel great about sending it, but god DAMN I am feeling tired right now. I think I’m done for the night. I’m going to go to sleep and forget about everything for a while, and hope that it all seems better in the morning.