I really hate sickness. I get that nobody likes it, of course. Just…I really hate it. Because for one thing, it completely disrupts productivity and routine. Instead of getting things done, suddenly all I’m doing is taking naps. Which is useful in helping me recover quickly, but not that helpful with my never-ending to-do list. I always feel like I’m falling farther and farther behind.
I also hate the contagious factor. If you’re sick, suddenly, just by existing, you risk spreading it to those around you, who probably also hate being sick and don’t want their productivity wrecked. I really wish when anyone is sick, that they would just stay home and take naps until they feel better. But people often feel compelled to keep going wherever they were planning to and then it just keeps spreading.
Of course, of all sicknesses that I hate (and there are many), the bane of my existence is the common cold. Most of the time, you don’t even get a proper fever, so you still feel like you ought to keep working being productive, because, after all, it’s just a cold. Yet it makes you feel miserable.
And the worst part is that it’s so very common. No one is very sympathetic to the person with the common cold, because we all know it’s not actually going to kill them, but it just makes them kinda disgusting with all the sneezing and coughing, etc.
One time, someone told me that whenever they feel frustrated that they caught something and have to be sick, they just remind themselves that at least they aren’t dead. Could be worse, you know.
Anyway, we’re about halfway to Christmas and I’m doing okay. Christmas shopping is mostly done. Ugly sweaters have been procured for those who need them. I’m not sick of Christmas songs yet. We’ll see.
I need to make a new batch of candied pecans, because my first batch came out weird. I had a little trouble with the egg white separating step and ended up using the wrong amount. I think. When the candied pecans are good, they are great, but every so often, I go to cook something and it just doesn’t quite work out somehow.
My new proof copy of Somewhat Alive arrived and I’m pleased to say that it looks like a very normal size for a book of its genre, so no more worries about that. I still need to read the book and make sure nothing wonky happened, but then, I’ll be very nearly ready to launch it.
I don’t know if it’s a problem to launch a book right at Christmas time and I don’t know if my launch plan is too simple. I keep having the feeling like I don’t really know what I’m doing, but it’s likely the sort of thing where the only way to learn what you’re doing is to do it and be willing to make mistakes along the way.
That’s challenging for me, because I’d prefer to do it perfectly, but then I’d never do it. I probably could never do anything if I waited until I could do it perfectly. And think how behind I’d be on my to-do list then!
Anyway, I think maybe it’s time for another nap.
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