And grocery shopping. Basically, all I can do today. All in all, I thought I did a pretty good job of keeping it together at work and getting things done.
Surprising after the brain fog of the last few days. Work continues on the novel as well, a little, so take that, COVID.
I can still do shit, even when I’m sick. Norovirus was worse.
Target: 1300 words
Written: 257 words, novel: Father Lightning