I was sick for a week. The flu got me. While an American family of four visited us. Walking around, making breakfast for three kids, three adults, responding yes that’s nice so nice what are you doing today oh so interesting; a coughing zombie.
Horrible yes.
But I came out of it full of energy. Energy to write in this thing again. I’m on a break from writing the second novel. Still about a week left (or longer) until I approach it again. Draft seven. But there’s still writing things I can do, like this.
Sickness took me out of life. But it also woke me up to it, too.