This is the last I’m going to speak of being sick.  I think if I convince myself I’m better, my body will follow.  Besides, it gets boring being sick, I can only imagine how it feels reading about it.

I’m late at the laundromat – put English comedy on last night and it proceeded to watch me.  I have slept so much it’s bonkers.

Felt like a weighted newborn fawn this morning balancing the two hefty laundry baskets on either side of my thinner frame.  (I’ve lost a few pounds in the process of mending.)

Throat still sore – a few coughs, but I’m sure I’m not contagious anymore, so, back to work tomorrow.  I’ve missed everyone!  I have!  And was a little concerned when I was conscious, that work hadn’t called me.  Then Friday, I got the call.  Yes, they still knew I existed and yes, my inbox was growing taller by the day with work.  I was VERY happy about this.

I then got an email that I, in one hundred years would not have expected.

It was from one of my favorite authors.

Would I like an ARC of his new book?

Are you kidding me?  First of all, he somehow remembered me from 2013 and secondly, ARE YOU KIDDING ME??!!

I proceeded to fan girl out and make a fool of myself.  To be fair, I was still on pain killers, antibiotics and depleted human skills.

Well, I hope I didn’t scare him off too badly.

And yes, of course I asked for an interview – and he said yes. That’s if he talks to me again.

I’ve been doing a lot of stupid things lately.  Not feeling like myself.

Not feeling like I even like myself of late either.  Good thing is, I can absolutely change all of that.

I’ve got to focus.  Regroup.  Prioritize.

In the meantime, here I am, at the laundromat – taking care of business and … thinking about my next nap if I’m being completely honest.

In between sleeping, I did manage to catch up on all the Agents of Shield episodes on Netflix though.

And it’s either THAT, or the fact that he DOES look like an agent that has me cutting my eye over at this man across from me right now.

Nonchalantly eating an apple and reading a magazine.  Not just any magazine, but, as I walked by him to collect my washing, I did my surveillance – it’s a gossip rag.  Look at the posture?  Who sits like that anymore?  (She says jealously.)  And he’s wearing nice shoes.

Hmmmm ….  definitely some sort of law enforcement or undercover agent sent to check on the infected.

I’m exhausted.  My little shaky fawn legs clearly aren’t the only deer traits I’ve adopted.  I’m staring at him whilst typing with wary eyes and ready to leap if I hear a leaf crunch.

Yeah, ok, that’s silly – there are no leaves.  But you know what I mean.

Only thing that doesn’t fit is, he does have his back to the room.

I’m losing it.

Told you I was sick.

But if you don’t hear from me next week – send out the cavalry.  I could be in a quarantined area much like the one in Fear the Walking Dead!!!

THEN how would I get my ARC of Kiesbye’s book???