So the plague lingers on, as plagues tend to do. I’m getting better, but at this point, I pretty much just have the energy for work and laying on the couch, dozing til I give up and go to bed like I should.
Still, I’m optimistic for the New Year. Winter is full of sickly death, but it’s also full of too-dark-to-do-anything-else kinda days, where lots of lovely cerebral activities reign supreme. Behind the scenes Asylum work has been carrying on without me- a huge blessing that- and I still expect to have it up by the end of Spring.
Assuming I don’t cough up a lung or something first.