Another criminally brief update:
1. Thanks to everyone for your well-wishes and sweet notes. If anyone tried to get in touch with me and I haven't responded yet, it's because I haven't touched my computer until today. Daniel didn't even have to hide it from me; I was too miserable. I am literally afraid of my inbox. It's amazing what can pile up over the course of three days. But it's also amazing how wonderful a hamburger can taste after three days of "soft" food. Mmm, Niffer's Black n' Bleu Burger w/ sweet potato fries. Take that, strep throat.
2. Writing? Ha! Not even in my fever dreams. In fact, my brain feels pretty tabula rasa right now. Usually long stretches of time with only my imagination for company would be like winning the lottery. But add pain and fever into the equation, and it just doesn't work. This was a real revelation to me: my imagination/ creativity doesn't work unless I'm reasonably healthy and happy. I think the vicissitudes of creativity are even more complex than the act of writing sometimes. Right. So, that's a zero word count so far this week. I'll see what I can salvage between now and Sunday.
3. I did get some reading done, though. Posting reviews is near the top of my evil new catch-up pile, which is on top of my usual busy to-do daily stuff. (Level 2 Glare? What? Already?) That's it, I think. Thanks again, and I hope everyone has a really productive week with plenty of word count.