Woke today all dry and scratchy-throated. Couldn’t breathe. Lungs hurt, head’s all spinny.  Fuzzy’s insisting I’m too sick for workshop, but even though I know I’m running a fever, I feel guilty for staying home.

My week is always off-kilter when there’s no workshop. :(

Okay, too much whining. Whining never helps. Something good: Mac arrives to-morrow. Yay, new toy, better workflow.