Pages Written... 8 total
Listening to... Radio Sunnydale

I watched most of the superbowl today at a neighbor's house. During the second quarter, my throat got a tad scratchy. During the third, my eyes started getting hot and itchy. And during the fourth, my husband sent me home, as I was flushed and glassy-eyed.

I'm probably coming down with my youngest son's semi-cold of last week, and taking it harder. Probably. And found that the prospect of losing the free bagels and coffee that Jenn wagered as a reward for me completing this novel in three weeks was a stake I was not willing to lose - hence me sitting here writing, still, when I should be in bed. At any rate...

Writing in this state is an interesting prospect. I found it didn't bother me to jump from Chapter seven, and writing a page or so there, to Chapter ten and writing four more pages there. And in my sick stupor, I didn't realize I only needed 7 and not 8 to make my quota for the week - but there you have it, I've got 8. 2 at sometime before 5am, 1 mid-morning, and five tonight. The pages tonight were a breeze - I'll have to check them tomorrow, though, for coherency.

Right now, all I can think of is "hot-owie". That's my eyes. That's also the first time my oldest son could tell my husband exactly how he felt - and sure enough, son had a fever.

Hot-owie. It fills the bill when nothing else will do.