*Mooch*

*Mooch*

*Mooch*

I have a cold. Some git has filled my sinuses with hot lead.

*Mooch*

Slay's home. Therefore I don't want to lie on the sofa because it means I have to look at him watching the TV. The damn thing has been switched off the whole time he's been away, and it was the first thing he did when he got home.

*Mooch*

Still. EddieMuse hasn't abandoned me.

*Mooch*

Much as I love writing, I resent feeling like it's the only thing I can do because my husband's presence is so large that the only place I can take refuge is my own created worlds. Inside my own head. *Grumble*

And I feel like shit.

Bleurgh.