You’d think with all this time away from work that I’d be making great progress on my novel.
Not so much.
I haven’t been in the office since Wednesday. I had a field trip Thursday and was supposed to go on an excursion Friday, but decided to be sick instead.
I’m still sick, too sick to be creative, but well enough to buy paint and do the library walls. (which I really, really enjoyed. Rob was resistant to the change, but come on, how could he deny me something that brings me such happiness? I’m still giddy about my indigo and camel bathroom. He admired my imperfect first coat yesterday by saying, “You do a good job.” *Beams*)
I keep thinking I’m on the mend but then develop some new symptom, like the chest wheeze or sweatiness while painting.
See? Even my blog sucks.