April 2nd, 2019

I could have written this morning, and chose not to. I did so because I woke up in so much pain that I decided if I didn’t take a slow start to the day, there was no way in hell I would be well enough to go into work. Even now I am unsure if I was right to go in.

I have two scenes maximum left of the penultimate chapter, and I think I can get to done possibly even later today, assuming it is before the roleplay session tonight. Even so there is an equal chance I have to resort to other means to hit target at all, if my condition gets any worse.

I need a holiday so bad right now. If it weren’t for me having to keep holiday time available in case the General Election gets called before September I would book next week off in a heartbeat. Curse you Theresa May…