*sniff. (cough) *unwraps a cough drop
There. Now I’m ready to write. No. Not quite yet. I don’t seem to be able to breathe through my nose. I’ll just pop a little of my handy dandy DayQuil and we’ll be good to go.
Now, where were we? Ah, yes, we were writing. Hang on just need to grab a tissue. Wait. Where are the tissues? Nose is running. Dear God, why is there nothing but empty boxes of tissues in this house?
I’m saved. The last box of tissues. They’re MINE, all MINE!!!!!
Now, back to writing…. what was I talking about again?
Maybe I should nap instead of write? Darn you DayQuil Comas!
I’ll be back! Soon I tell you! Soon!
Author of Pulled, Pulled Back and zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz