So the last two days I haven’t been getting to my minimum goal. I think after this post I may be able to crank out another five hundred words. I’m not sure how I picked up this cold. I wasn’t around any sick people. I did have to shop for dog food, so I may have passed near someone that was germy. I have been known to get sick from people just by being in the same air space.
Since the dog had pancreatitis last year, I have to be careful about what I feed her now. I go to PetSmart for specialty food. I used to feed her Royal Canine, but it has too much fat content for her stomach and liver. I am trying out a new brand and we’ll see how she does on it.
Yesterday I was able to pull out five hundred words and then I slept the rest of the day. When I have a fever, all of my muscles and joints hurt like hell. It’s one of the only things that make me stop and rest. Oh yes, and fatigue. I do get that after I push too hard and too long. As I get older, it is harder to refill my energy. I have to pick– if I wash clothes today, will I have enough energy to write?
Anyway, enough of my little problems. I am alive, I am writing, and I have a companion.
Since you miscreants have finished reading this post, this weekend, Saturday and Sunday, Living in the Desert, a collection of short stories is free.
Plus there is at least one alien encounter.