This is me at the moment:
(Well, not exactly me. Because, last time I looked I was definitely female, and no way would you catch me wearing a hairy sweater like this dude. But you get the picture.)
DH, who has the day off work, has confined me to bed. (He's currently downstairs bemoaning the New Zealand vs Paraguay nil-all draw in their FIFA World Cup soccer match this morning.)
And I kinda have to listen to him because he's the only well person in our house at the moment. Son has a nasty virus and the doctor gave him the week off school. And daughter started feeling dire last night -- so much so, that she only watched half of The Vampire Diaries before opting for bed. Between you and me, she'd really have to feel like crap to miss the first episode. So she's off school today, too. Happy joy. But hey, the silver lining is that it's raining and it's cold and it's miserable outside. Everyone picked a good day to stay home.
Anyway, DH was most unimpressed to discover me sitting at my computer working when he got home last night, so I was kicked downstairs to warm up and have some dinner. And after a bit of a lecture, I've been banned from the office today, too.
"But I have a blog post to do!" I protested. "And I've got deadlines."
"Tough," he said. "You're probably writing crap at the moment anyway, because your head's all stuffed up with the flu. And as for the blog? Post a picture of someone with the flu and tell them you'll be back next week."
He kinda has a point. Hence this post.
And I'll leave you with a wince or a laugh from a blog I subscribe to called SlushPile Hell, in which "A grumpy literary agent wades through query fails."
"My 318,000 word novel may seem like it starts a little slow, but after the first 100 pages or so it really picks up steam, so I hope you will be patient and not be distracted."
Hey, a SQUIRREL! Cool….Oh, hang on. What were you saying?
No offence intended. I've written some pretty dire queries in my time, so maybe that's why I can now see the funny side of it.
Off back to bed before DH comes back upstairs to check on me.
Cheers,
Maree
3 comments:
Get better soon! Hugs (but from afar).
Feel better soon!
Oh nos! I'm so sorry you're feeling under the weather. I hope all is well soon. I tend to be soooo negative when I'm not feeling well. It's nice to see you're keeping your sense of humor!
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