I am still in self-imposed quarantine today with this hideous flu and I feel more and more like a be-plagued hamster. I am shredding kleenexes into my nest, following paths for food, sleep and calls of nature.
I'm telling myself I will start writing tomorrow, and am pleased that little snippets of back story are coming to me already. I write them down in a crabbed and cryptic hand for later transcription. It's nice that the brain keeps working and that I have enough strength to run after it taking notes.
Back to sleep ...zzzzzzzzzz