It's Been...One Week?

...since I wrote anything besides answers to interview questions and newly cobbled-together fixit sentences for the ultimate A Rope of Thorns edit, I think. This freaking cold just won't let up; I feel like my entire head is being slowly crushed in a vise of snot. When I blow my nose, horrible squeezing sounds resonate up and down inside my entire sinus cavity, and my eyes are gummy, sticky, bloodshot. Nothing but stumble-trip, stumble-trip, with thoughts blundering around aimlessly, bouncing off my skull's mucus-lined walls.

So yeah. And naturally, I have lots I need to do--deadlines and shit. And though Cal is better overall, he's still pretty crazy, making him difficult to deal with at best. Yesterday I got rid of all distractions and he still managed to whip himself up into a dancing, yelling frenzy. And today's runrunrunday, so I think the only thing I have energy for is maybe finishing John Vaillant's The Tiger and taking it back to the library. Amazing book, both incredibly informative and beautifully written. Too bad I wasn't reading it when I could pay more attention.