Just got up from my third session of sleep today. My body can handle a work period of about 4-6 hours, then it just collapses on me. I’m still running a low-grade fever, with severely blocked sinuses, but so far nothing’s spread to my chest. I guess I should be grateful for that!
Oh, well . . . at least I’ll be able to get in several hours of writing on my second novel in the small hours of this morning; then it’s heigh-ho to wake up Miss D. for her workday, and I go back to bed. I’m sure she’ll say something rude about that!