chills + aches + errands + baby + guilt = writing!

call it ‘new math’. okay, so I’ve never been very good at math, but this time it seems to have worked out*. Got out of a potential corner without having to throw the last few day’s work out (which is a nice change), managed a page before the baby woke up again**, and I’m excited about the next stuff. Hard to complain.

oh, I knew I forgot something in that equation: sleep.

well, no time like the present.


* I’m imagining a variation of the old cheese commercials: ‘Behold, the power of guilt!’

** which, I think, has been all that’s kept the flu from knocking me down.