So at some point, I came into contact with an agent of Satan.
Probably that toddler on the plane.
Now I have a cold.
It’s at the point of mostly icky, some miserable and just want sleep.
The dog is handling the sleep portion of my cold because I have to work so I had to outsource. He does a good job. Because man, he’s asleep and snoring.
Hellion’s going well. Or so I think. I’m excited about a plot point. It’s just a matter of trying to hit it right. That’s always the struggling point in a book. Is this angle working and did the author pull it off.
Sadly, I can’t actually use a lot of cold medicine because of the meds I take. I also hate NyQuil. And half a Benadryl will take me out into a coma for days. Seriously. I don’t know how people take two of them. I look at a damned Benadryl and I pass out.
So, it’s going to be sweet black tea…hot and with li hing mui lemon in it.