This morning I woke up with clogged sinuses and a scratchy throat. Didn't feel bad enough to call in, but didn't feel good enough to want to be there. Thank god it was a slow day. I muddled through and am now sitting bundled up in my fuzzy bathrobe with all of the above symptoms as well as a persistant tickle in the back of my throat that makes me keep coughing. Not the real deep cough, just that nagging little 'hack, hack' that almost sounds like you're faking it. Oh, well, I'll take a slug of Nyquill here shortly and go to bed. Tomorrow will be another day.
I wrote maybe half a page today on my Stargate Atlantis story. I'm liking the way it's going, but... the words just don't want to flow. However, every little drip, drip, drip, will add up and as long as I keep at it the story will come.
My bed is calling. Night.