I read about a friend who's feeling under the weather. So sad, with the weather being so bright and summer-like at last. Of course, all that sunshine after all that rain has encouraged all those weeds. So now my yard has me working "under the weather," depriving me of time to read and write.
Still, Love on a Transfer grew to 69,000 words today, and the chapters still bouncing around in my brain will surely find their way to the computer soon. (Hey, it might rain again!) Plus I've almost read two books in the last two days, so maybe I'll only be two book reviews behind schedule by the end of the week. I'll try anyway.
Meanwhile, I'll rest my fingers awhile--the blisters are stinging from pulling out those weeds, leaving my hands feeling sorely under the weather.