I Didn't Forget You

I've just been sick.  Really, REALLY sick.  It's definitely been a week to forget--everyone in the house caught it, including the husband who kept trying to act like he had nothing.  It kicked his butt too.  As for me, I slept.  A LOT.  A good 3 days of sleep.  And didn't eat much.  And didn't write at all.  Or work, for that matter.

I'm pretty much behind on everything at the moment.  I'm even 30k behind in my word count goal for the year.  All I can do now is hope the rest of the year gets better from here, really.  Most of this week will focus on catching up with work and taking care of things on that end.  I'm still getting pretty tired after being up for a few hours, though, so catching up may not be the operative word yet.  I don't want to push myself too hard and end up relapsing with this stuff--it was bad enough the first time around.  I have goals for the week, it's just slow and steady is going to be the mantra.  If I don't make the goals, so be it.