I am very ill. I have spent the day in bed with sneezes, coughing, nose bleeds, and general grumpiness that even sent most of the cats running. I have read the first third of C.J. Cherryh's Defender, however. About time.
I am up now because I have to get work done on Vision. And some writing done. But I'm not happy about it.
I also have to feed the herds, but I'm waiting until Russ is done with his show. They make such a fuss when they realize they're about to get fed!
I am sitting here wrapped up in a blanket and grumbling. I suppose I should get to work instead.