Somebody Spoke Too Soon About Being on the Mend

I've been sick for over a month now. The good news is that I'm not down with fever and body-aches anymore, but I'm still exhausted all the time, and my voice is a ragged wreck of a thing which is painful to use. I can only imagine what it's like to listen to.

This has had an effect on my work, obviously. Keeping up with the comic strip, which is Job One, has been a struggle. Other stuff has fallen completely off, and I feel pretty badly about it because some of what has fallen off is some key tasks for delivering the next Schlock Mercenary book.

I haven't reviewed any movies in a while, either. I definitely feel well enough to sit down for a couple of hours and watch something, but I don't feel good about taking this cough into a theater.

My hope is that by the time February 29th rolls around (carrying with it the beginning of my 53rd year as a corporeal Earth-human) I'll be back in good health, and getting stuff done again. Really, that's all I want for my birthday.