Still sick. Came down with a cold on Saturday and still haven’t fully recovered. I’m better, no doubt about that. But I’m not 100% yet. I need to get well, though, as this weekend is WFC. The only good thing about this (if there is such an aspect) is that I went and looked through my journals and figured out that though I’ve had problems with hormones, sugar and my thyroid, I haven’t had a cold or something since March. This is pretty amazing, particularly given my track record before then (I was sick a *lot* when I lived in Wyoming — the last two years I lived there I got sick about once a month.)

So very little writing was done this weekend, I’m afraid. I did do a lot of brainstorming, figuring out what was happening later on, which was good. I generally write a lot when I fly, so I’m hoping that my long airplane trips this coming week will give me time to write a lot, maybe make up some of the word count I missed this weekend.