No, I’m not hiding. Can’t melt into the background like a chameleon. (Isn’t he a cute little critter, though?)
And Wednesday we’ll do it again. Or something very like it. Taking pictures inside my guts. Just now, my head is spinning. I wonder if I’m allowed to have a cigar. That would calm me down.
Meanwhile, I haven’t scared up any nooze today, and it’d be folly to try to work on my book when I just can’t concentrate. Every little twinge might mean something. Or not.
I’ll do my best to get back to you by late afternoon.
Health issues are top priority. The rest can wait.
When I have time to write, I want to do it.
It’s what you do best.
Rest for as long as you need to. We’re holding you up in prayer.
(I’m supposed to be writing a book…)
But if you don’t take care of yourself, the book won’t get written anyway. (I’m trying to say this in my best scolding-school-marm voice.) 🙂
Yes, ma’am–I’ll hold off till tomorrow.