Listening to: "Timeless" by The Airborne Toxic Event
Outside: The wind. It bites.
Well, this cold is kicking my ass. Not only the cold outside. Mainly, the cold that's living in me right now.
Whatever variant of human rhinovirus I have... it's doing its job right now. Coursing its way through my veins, numbing my nerves and synapses, slowing things down, turning me into a dim-witted,
I have thought of calling in sick. Saying a swift, but slightly weak No to my To Do list.
But I just can't.
So these are some of the things I've done, through achy muscles and low, animal-like moans I've made without being aware of it... these are some of my accomplishments this weekend:
- Got up and got dressed. That in itself is, you know, amazing.
- Dabbed on some makeup. I thought, if I put enough on, maybe it will hide the fact that my face wants to fall off.
- Wrote my 5,000 words yesterday.
- Wrote my 5,000 words today. (Now at just under 59,000 words for the first draft of my latest literary novel! Holla! Only 20,000 words to go! I am genuinely excited about this. Stuff like this somehow always cuts through a cold-induced malaise.)
- Stared at QueryTracker for a while, despite not noticing any changes on my agent query list. It's like staring into a desert, hoping for a mirage. And oh, how I love it.
- Queried a couple literary agents, whispering silent things to them that maybe they can hear.
- Attended a fabulous, sparkling and emotional 60th Birthday/35 Years in Business Party for my better half's uncle, surrounded by a ballroom-full of some of his closest friends, colleagues and family. It was a beautiful afternoon.
- Shook the house with increasingly violent sneezes.
- Ate some pizza.
- Checked my email. Many, many times.
- Drank some water.
- Took some Ibuprofin.
- Painted my nails. I know. The effort is monumental.
And so. This just goes to show, living in my own little bubble of cold symptoms, I must still live. I do not call call in sick. As much as I think I might want to.
My conversation with Cold:
"Cold," I say, "right now you are kicking my ass. But soon, very soon, I will be kicking your ass."
Cold, standing stunned, makes pathetic fish-pops of air, doesn't even know what to say. It's speechless.
Please excuse me as I must now wander downstairs and search for ice cream. And then pass out on the couch.
Happy Sunday, everyone!