I love my cherry pit pillow

The past two days I was sick in a "proud of myself for briefly getting out of bed to have some liquid and a little bit to eat" kind of way. Today I'm feeling better, I actually managed to take a shower and make it to the doctor (though now that I think about it I've barely eaten anything, I should really fix that.) I got the confirmation that I have COVID, for the first time that I'm aware of. Not fun. At least today I'm well enough to watch things again. I should also drink tea but somehow I'm not in the mood, I've mostly been drinking orange juice, surely that counts as well because vitamins.

Timing-wise at least it could have been worse, I made it to Vienna Comic-Con the weekend before (I will post about that eventually surely) and hopefully won't miss cat D&D early next week, but I will miss a theater play and a crafting evening. Uugh, being sick sucks.

I dreamed that I wrote a Star Wars fic for ficinabox and found out that Star Wars is on my recip's DNW list and that felt terrible because I stressed about my main FIAB fic for many weeks, only to wake up and eventually remember that I didn't write Star Wars fic at all. No idea where that came from.