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So I took Thursday and Friday off this week. The plan, initially, had been to take the cats to the vet, rest, and WRITE. A lot.
Sadly, only two of these things happened.
I did indeed get the cats to the vet, and it was a resounding success. Much better, and more hilarious, than in previous years, and I only have one scratch to show for it. The scratch was a direct result of my impatience and my cat’s desire not to go in the carrier, rather than from the visit itself, so I can’t even count it as a strike against the experiment.
I also got lots of resting done. You see, my handsomer half managed to get a stomach flu mid-week, and I caught it too. Sadly, the half of Thursday and the Friday I had envisioned spending writing in the silence of my house were spent curled up on the couch drinking gingerale and cleaning off my PVR.
I only finally felt up to writing/doing anything yesterday, and that mostly surrounded knitting. I wrote a chapter in my novel yesterday and another one today, so I feel pretty good about that, but I am still weak and (now) behind on my Camp NaNo goals. Fortunately, the fact that I was ahead earlier in the week and that I wrote an extra 500 words both yesterday and today mean that I’m now only a day behind, but that’s not entirely comforting to the girl who’s usually confidently ahead by three or four days.
Anyway, I was definitely sick (when I’m too sick for surf and turf, I’m too sick for anything), so I’m comforting myself with the knowledge that resting was more important. And it’s not worth getting angry at myself over now that I’m nearly caught back up. Life is going to throw curve balls like that at me, and I think it’s the recovery from the setback that’s important.
And I’m well on my way to recovery!