Sick. Ugh. Up at 2 last night/ this morning when my brain switched on. Wife and I passed like zombie ships in the night as she tended to sick kids (while sick) and I retreated to the office to let her sleep. Traded places at 5 when I woke up on the office floor and stumbled to bed; she went to my office futon because I was snoring. Sorry babe.

Writing while sick is an exercise all to itself. I get inside my head and start to wonder if I’m over the top on some things or ignoring others. It’s like writing in bullet-time (think The Matrix) only reversed; instead of time slowing and letting me dodge bullets, it shoots past me while I peck at two or three keys. I don’t recommend it as an experience worth repeating or even doing.

Word count increased as the Sudafed kicked in. Hopefully it fits the rhythm of everything before it. Will learn tomorrow. Tonight is for some serious rest and relaxation. Ugh.