I’m sick. Tonsils-are-swollen, Can’t-really-speak-without-pain, Could-not-sleep-without-sitting-up, Miserable-drainage, sick.
I’m taking Elizabeth to daycare and then going back to bed. Bleh.
I’m sick. Tonsils-are-swollen, Can’t-really-speak-without-pain, Could-not-sleep-without-sitting-up, Miserable-drainage, sick.
I’m taking Elizabeth to daycare and then going back to bed. Bleh.
The first day of November has always been a world of extremes for me regarding writing, thanks to National Novel Writing Month, lovingly referred to