I’m sick today but am still trying to get things done.
The eBook for GIGANTI-GATOR DEATH MACHINE went in to the printer’s this morning and is in processing. Assuming all is well, it should be available for your eReader soon.
I think my plan for the day is to go slow and things will take as long as they take. Might have to get a nap in as well.
I also landed a side gig that will take up most of my time but it was an opportunity I had to say yes to. I’m not sure how it’ll affect my arts career but in these lean times, money’s money.
Anyway, my head feels like it’s been put through a cement mixer so I’m going to sign off.
I was raised that you show up for work/school despite how you feel. The only excuse to not go to work was either you are so sick you can’t get out of bed or you are dead. This lesson has stuck with me over the years, and while many out there would disagree with that stance with valid arguments, there is a work ethic that grows in you when you go to work even if your head feels two sizes too big.
Last night, I got hit with a cold and it got progressively worse as the evening wore on. I went to bed and slept like a stone with the idea that–as is usually the case–the beginnings of this cold would be fought off while I slept and I’d wake up feeling 90%-or-better.
I’m still sick.
My head hurts and is foggy. My nose is running. My eyes are watering.
But I showed up to work today and am at the desk in the bunker, using the heater I went out and got for the studio yesterday because living under a cold air mass in the Great White North means extreme cold and, like any fortress, the downstairs is cooler than the upstairs. Typically, by the end of the day, I’m cold through to my bones and my evenings are spent bringing the core temperature of this middle-aged machine back up to par.
New heater out of the box
Anyway, I suspect I ran myself ragged again, which is fine (and seems to be a pattern; when things come too easily I get suspicious.)
Today will be spent doing odds and ends and some thinking. I think the original plan was to do yet another video but, “I sowd lik dis when I dalk,” and my nose is running worse than a broken faucet.
