(no subject)

I haven't been feeling 100% for the last couple of days. I don't know why. And I'm not obviously sick--just another random virus, I guess. By which I mean definitely NOT covid. There are other viruses in the world. Alas, we learned today that the Philosopher and his Lovely Friend both have covid! Oh heavens. They were so very careful. I guess it gets everyone sooner or later. Fortunately, they aren't feeling too terrible. Elsewhere on the health front, Queenie has learned that she does have anemia, but her doctor refuses to treat it. She's in the process of getting another doctor, which is a huge relief to me, because this one is just too incompetent to contemplate.

We're about to plunge into weekend madness, as we have three separate social engagements tomorrow and Sunday. It's the introvert's nightmare! I'm hoping to survive in reasonably good form. I didn't get any writing done today. I was reading a previous, unpublished work, got to the part where it went to hell (in my opinion) but was no more able to figure out how to fix it this time around than I was the last time I read it. Tron told me of some advice she read from a writer who gave herself a sticker for every 500 words. Ha ha. Maybe that's what I need--a little motivational chart.