The Plague....

I hate being sick. I know I've been getting more colds as of late because I am constantly run down. But being sick and continuing to go to work, usually with my son in tow, who is also recovering from being sick and therefore a hellion, I spend all day juggling him and the needs of the store. Hence by the time I get home I am completely spent, exhausted. It completely saps my strength and usually my creative juices. I have a terrible time writing when I'm sick. I'm sure other writers feel the same to some degree. Even when I have the greatest rhythm going in a story its like a big wrench in the gears. This is like a fog on my brain. I love winter, but in a job where I am constantly around people and germs, I could do without the constant barrage of the germies. This is the first winter in years I've been sick over and over. But I think wearing a biohazard suit to work would send the wrong message. Guess I just need to inject myself with some vitamin c and keep on chugging.