OK, fine, I’m sick. Fine.
It’s been sort of up and down this week. Tuesday I woke up with a sore throat that got worse all day. Wednesday I stayed home from work, in the hopes of heading the cold off at the pass, and it was a good thing, too, because coughing had joined the sore throat. Thursday I felt better than I had til then, in spite of some trouble sleeping due to the cough, and so I went in to work. The sore throat got better all day, the cough got worse. Cue last night, when I slept maybe two or three hours, at most, because I was too busy coughing. Nothing I took helped. (This of course happens just after we move the couch out, so if I want to sleep somewhere I won’t bother Grace I have to sleep on the floor.) Anyway, this morning I was sicker than I’d been so far, and my chest hurts so much from coughing that I can barely breathe. Needless to say, I am home from work, and not being terribly productive. On top of that, I seem to have lost my glasses somewhere in this whole debacle, and I’ll be damned if I can find them.
About the only ray of sunshine in this day so far has been an email from the folks at Side Real Press telling me that Delicate Toxins is back from the printers, and the first copies ought to be shipping out as early as Monday. Seriously, if you haven’t ordered yours yet, there’s no better time. This looks like one of the most beautiful books I’ve ever been in, and I bet it’ll sell out fast.
Also, you can still get Historical Lovecraft at a 20% discount for awhile longer, or on your various mobile devices, if that’s more your style.
OK, I’m going to go crawl back under a rock until it’s time for my doctor’s appointment. Hopefully I ride this thing out soon