But I figured that since I'd be home, I'd be able to write something up.
Except that I got quite ill, and spent the day snoozing in bed.
Yesterday was the same. I was stuck in bed. I feel less bad about yesterday, however, as I did post a short video to Facebook explaining that I was stuck in bed. You didn't see my face, only one of the vats, who was being very sweet just then.
Still, I can't help but feel guilty for not blogging yesterday when I should have been. Le sigh.
But my disorganisation this weekend wasn't the messiest thing to happen.
How about the U.S. election, huh?
I'm not going to go into it, but it has been extremely triggering for me and I am astounded that anyone can still defend Mr. Trump. I was astounded before, mind, but now the emotion is accompanied by a strong urge to vomit. I shall say no more on the subject, because I'm feeling queasy just thinking about it.
In happier news, I just applied for a scholarship that will take me to a writing retreat in Iceland if I win. A WRITER'S RETREAT IN ICELAND!!!
Sorry. I just really, really, really want to go. Wish me luck. I never win anything, so luck is pretty necessary!
I'm determined leave this on a high note, so I'm leaving it here! Have a fabulous day, readers!