Well, I’m screwed.
If I was a writer with less couth, I’d leave the post just like that.
Crude but true. However, I am couthier than that. So, allow me to explain…
I have a cold. A bad cold. It’s 2am of Day 3 of my 8 day writing binge
and I have yet to sleep a precious wink. I feel like lukewarm crap.
I don’t do sick. Sick is a panic button for me. A big, red, throbbing
button that I avoid at all costs. Rule One of surviving my chronic panic
disorder states: Do NOT get sick. Ever.
Hence, I’m screwed.
More than enough said.
Until tomorrow (unless I’ve worried myself into a Mayo Clinic stay)…
Chloe
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