I Haven't Died Yet, Though I Wish I Had at Times

By the time everything was said and done last week, I had a combination of the flu, strep throat and bronchitis on top of my chronic conditions. And add to that, a bad reaction to the antibiotic my doctor proscribed. By Wednesday, I was begging my husband for assisted-suicide.

Needless to say, I wasn't on the computer for over a week. Luckily, things have improved to where I can sit up in my recliner, rather than lay down. My couple of hours upright was needed to fill out our local income tax return.

I don't know how far I'll get this week as far as writing and editing. I've got a ton of laundry to do, though DH tried to keep up on it last week though he had the flu, too. And it was supposed to be the poor guy's vacation.

See? Murphy is the one true god.

Murphy Is the One True God

The blog's been dark for the last couple of days due to a string of mishaps culminating in the ICU status of my beloved 710m. Will she pull through, my companion, my link to the rest of the world? We're awaiting the prognosis of the doctor.

DH tried to ghost the hard drive to a spare laptop. It barfed on the partitioning. So I've got a half-assed version of my professional life on the 700m. Hey, deadlines wait for no computer, right?

In the meantime, this week's contest in cancelled due to lack of a car to get to the freakin' post office. So sorry, folks!

Please stop by next week. I've got an amazing contest planned.