Cough, Sniffle, Whine, and a Favor

I’ve never had the luxury of being sick and actually sitting still for a bit. Not until recently.

But for two days, I sat down, laid down, and whined – but only a little.

John Brownstone was sick until I forced him to the doctor. Well, as much as a babygirl can “force” her Daddy to do anything – I just used the power of non-stop reasoning until he relented. LOL.

Then he was better.

I’d been battling the crud, too, but it wasn’t a sinus infection and wasn’t so bad I thought I needed a doctor. Until it kicked my ass the day after Valentine’s Day. Oh…my…fucking…Gawd. I was hot. I was cold. I had the shakes. I just wanted to sleep.

And I’m pretty sure I whined my way through it.

I’m completely off my writing routine and game. I have a book to publish (beta readers are emailing me every day now!). I have a new kinky client to start writing for. I have existing vanilla clients who’s money pays the bills – well, at least buys the groceries, whatev.

Day three, and I’m not well, but he had to go back to work, and I had to meet some deadlines so here I am…cough, sniffling, and maybe, just maybe, whining a little.

I haven’t read this week’s Masturbation Monday posts – and I feel awful about it!

I haven’t written any blog posts for this week (except this whining diatribe) and I don’t know when I will – and I hate it!

My calendar keeps filling up with appointments and meetings, and I want to be annoyed but I can’t because it’s all good stuff. But can’t I just sleep?! Le sigh.

So, I’m still alive. I’m still around. But I need your help, if you don’t mind.

If you haven’t already, please go to the Masturbation Monday post for this week, and show some love for everyone who wrote this week. Read, comment, like, and/or share the individual posts. I would really appreciate it.

Come hell or high water, I’ll be back at full form next week. Promise!