Still a bit under the weather, though I’m taking echinacea to boost ye ol’ immune system. I hate being sick, even slightly, because it puts me on the edge of annoyance all day. I tend to lose my sense of humor and will consider someone even glancing my way as a personal affront. Small children are warned to keep a fifty foot radius from me at all times. I start carrying two-by-fours to play human whackamole, and I’m about as fun as getting a back massage from a cat that hasn’t been declawed and just had its tail yanked.
Yeah. I’m a cuddly one, for sure. At least I’ve been slightly mellowed by the massive amounts of sugar and food from yesterday. Nothing like shrimp dip and jelly beans to show how much people care. Lots of love and encouragement from my family in Maryland, who put together a really fun engagement party for Jen and myself. It was a great time.
Two submissions to this Black Dragon, White Dragon anthology have been very kindly rejected. I must say, Rob Santa knows how to make someone feel good about not getting accepted. Plus he’s got a great turnaround time, so I know to keep working on my next option. If I don’t get in before the deadline or the word count fills up, oh well. At least it’s proven good inspiration to crack down on some of these stories I’ve had half-finished for too long, plus given me some fun new ideas to play with in the sandbox.
Pardon as I get my second box of Kleenex for the morning. How are you all doing?
I see that smile.
Feel better, snooks.
Have wifey make you real, homemade soup (onion or chicken). I’ve noticed onion soup works best on ME (and onions do have a chemical that helps asthmatics, so maybe there is a relationship). Chicken on others.
Echinacea never did me any good, but don’t forget fresh OJ or lemonade, garlic, and elderberry concentrate (which may help viral ickies.)
Of course, lots of wawa and rest are always helpful in cold/flu situations.
Oh, and sorry re the rejections. Glad Santa is a cool dude about them.
Heal up, later,
Mir
Put down the two-by-fours and get yourself some rest and some chicken soup.
Rest, rest, rest.
Sound like a mom, don’t I?
Wait…I am a mom…
Taking notes over here. Apparently I need an onion-chicken-orange juice with elderberries and lemony garlic. Sounds delish.
Ah. Sickness sucks. My mom got sick right before she had a Via Dolorosa solo. She still sang it (because she’s stubborn like that), but she sounded too low, not loud enough, and like she hadn’t warmed up before-hand. I felt sorry for her.
Anyway. You sound like a normal person when they’re sick. At least you don’t lie on the couch and moan over a mildly sore throat . . .
Do you?
Ah, well, I suppose it’s okay to be unmanly occasionally. Get well soon!
What? It’s not manly to lie on a couch with a rose-scented hanky draped over my face and fan at my neck? Pray tis not so! Oh, do open the windows, I’m going to catch my death in this stifling heat.