I have a terrible cold AGAIN, and I am doing what I can to get better before bday and holidays. *sniffle* I really thought I would get through the end of 2004 without another illness. What do I know. This one was my aunt's fault I think.

I have to get to work and give a review and then come back home and keep editing this freelance book. My landlord said he'd help lower the storm windows tonight, which is good. It should help the temp in here. Of course that meant clearing things away from the windows so the apt. looks like a train wreck.

I've been writing when I can, or thinking about writing, which is almost as good. I did hear from that lit magazine, and they had published my story in the spring. I like having their credit on the list, so I'm happy. Of course, I can't update web sites so my Publications page will have to stay out of date until I don't know when.

My pages are horribly shabby, and I lost all the graphics, html files, etc. that are not already loaded up there, so I feel like just starting over altogether. But of course I don't have the time to do that. I might just kill most pages once I get a new computer. I can't leave them as they are, that I know. *sigh*

We have postponed the poets' group meetings for months. I'm worried that we may never get back on track. Everyone promises that Jan. will be the month but we will see. I need something to keep me going.

Time to get moving and go cough on everyone at the office. ugh.