Well, that's annoying...

This cold isn't going to just roll over and play dead, dammit. Woke up gasping for air at 2 a.m., and retreated to the sofa where I hunched up in a vertical ball of misery until I managed to convince myself that I wasn't going to suffocate immediately. Read, Mozart curled up nearby, 'til about 5, then slunk back into bed and blessedly fell asleep. Woke up at 10:30 sniffly, achy, and generally unhappy. Worse than all of that, it looks like kinzel is coming down with the same stoopid bug. I'd so hoped he'd be able to dodge this particular bullet.

Gaah, she said faintly.

News from the Cellar

Against all expectations, we ran out of chapbooks before all the orders were filled. We did not run out of With Stars Underfoot, though I will say it was a Veddy Good Thing that we added that extra hundred books to the initial run. Nope, we ran out of Quiet Knives. Who could have predicted? So there are eight or ten orders that can't be filled until we have more books in hand. Ghod willing, one of us will be able to drive to the printer tomorrow before the rescheduled four-part Epic Cat Journey to the Vet's, which I am looking forward to, if possible, with even less enthusiasm than the cats will have tomorrow.
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Project: Crystal Dragon
New Words Written: 889
Total Words: 40,101
Goal: To be shut of this Idiot Cold