Oh, for cryin' out loud...

I didn't go out yesterday or today. Stayed in due to the weather and to get some writing done. But I feel like a cold is coming on. Achy. Nose acting up. Head not quite there. Throat threatening me. And I don't know where it came from. 

I had a maintenance guy in to fix my bathroom sink's cold knob, but I wasn't really around him and he didn't sound sick. Or seem sick. He was here maybe ten minutes in the bathroom, and I stay out when they're working.

I did go to the office to pick up a couple of packages that came...one of which was that copy of Graeme Tomlinson's book...and some people came on the elevator going down with me, but they didn't come across as ill, either.

But here I am, close to shivering and a heating pad on my shoulders. And finding when I type I'm making all kinds of mistakes. Which usually happens when I'm not feeling 100%. I catch them, but it's irritating.

At least I got another 2700 words written and know where Taking Nicky is going from here. One more chapter, for sure...maybe a second as an epilogue. It's a case of Vance thinking he's gained control of Rett...only to find out he hasn't. My guy is a scorched earth type, when need be.

Okay...in that last couple of sentences, I typed he;s and heed instead of he's and need. I've been doing shit like that all day...as if my fingers are not completely connected to my brain, or my synapses are misfiring. I may need to have myself evaluated for brain issues. Alzheimer's runs in my family.

That is something I do NOT want to have to deal with.

(BTW, the artwork is by Mariusz Kulak)