I don’t feel well. I woke up Sunday with a head cold and a sore throat. And now I’m dragging. Sick enough to be drained, but not really sick enough to close up shop. I really wanted to work on A Flower for Mara, but I didn’t have the mental acuity for it.
Instead, I’m listening to the rain.
It was 60 degrees here today. Crazy, huh? Felt like a breath of spring. Tomorrow it will be gone, but for now, I’ll listen to the spring rain in January.