So it turns out that Dassyr is worse than my cat. He saw that I was sick, and he bolted. So I fell behind by about a week. Hooray. (Though I suppose my cat can’t just run away. Too cold outside. But she will avoid me all day because she doesn’t like sick people.)
But today, I managed to coax him back, and I scraped together 3800 words. Yay. (Though I still have to do over 8000 words extra just to catch up.)
I’m still dealing with this cold, but it’s getting better. Slowly. One day I won’t feel like death warmed over.