So, the population is huddled up with thermometers and medication, schools are closing, flu vaccine is in short supply. And I’m writing a book. Yes, I ache all over, yes, my throat is scratchy, but the book has unspooled in my head and I just hope I can make it as real with words as it is in my imagination.

Have laptop, can work from bed. Hey, if I’m going to feel crappy no matter what, I might as well feel crappy and write fiction. Take that, H1N1.