Evangeline is no longer talking to me. I’m not sure if it is the cold meds, but I have hit a stone, cold wall. Even my muse isn’t showing up anymore. Time to put Evangeline back on a back burner and let her simmer for awhile. Maybe I can pick her up again for Nanowrimo.
This sinus infection is kicking my ass and trying to move into my lungs. Asthma thankfully is no longer acting up. I hate my body most of the time, but right now, it has beaten me into submission. I just wish I could sleep on my back instead of drowning whenever I lay down.