I spent yesterday huddled under the covers and alternated between idle, mindless surfing, and typesetting. Rob picked up some hot and sour soup for me, which is my favorite comfort food for when I’m feeling ill.
Toward bedtime, I thought I was probably starting to turn the corner, because I had the urge to write, and the writing didn’t suck (I double-checked this morning). The fever broke during the night. Hurrah.
I’m left with a sore throat and a mild cough. It means that I can do some housework, but going to the studio is out of the question. Hopefully tomorrow. I still have six chapters to record.
Glad you’re feeling better!
Thanks!