Yes, despite all my attempts to avoid it, the sick found me. So these last two weeks have found me lying on the bed, lying on the couch, lying on the floor. Basically lying down whenever and wherever I can. I’ve gone through four boxes of kleenex (sadly, not a personal record), dozens of cough drops, a doctors visit, a prescription, two boxes of throat coat tea, and a rather large queue of bad afternoon television. But fortunately I’m on the mend and all I can think about is eating cake. And writing. I’ve missed working on book 2 and I am now full of crazy, fever induced ideas that still seem awesome, even in the light of health. So upwards and onwards. And pass the cough drops.