The reason for my absence is simple

I’ve been sick.

Not deathly sick, but sick enough.  At this stage, I’m thinking it’s the flu, and not just a cold.  With bonus secondary infections in my lungs and sinuses, which are now being bombarded with antibiotics.

As a result, I haven’t written in a week and a half.  For most of the last week I’ve barely been able to read, either.  This week has been especially hard, because I have story clamouring to be born, and I’m unable to find the focus to actually sit down and do it justice.

I do want to get back into a daily blog habit, as well as actually commenting on blogs that I read.  I don’t know if I’m actually going to be writing at all this week.  Realistically, I should give myself a couple more days to convalesce.  I hate it, though.  Hate feeling like I’m wasting time.

Mirrored from Stephanie Gunn.

The watchers

My mother hand feeds these kookaburras, who watched over me today while I swam in the late afternoon:

 

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Mirrored from Stephanie Gunn.