Yes, it’s been far too long since my last post. I was derailed as a blogger over the past month or so by a trip to the States that included a writer’s retreat (time spent with amazing women, all of whom are writers I admire deeply, and a lot of work accomplished to boot; also, met my oh-so-smart, oh-so-savvy agent; she is a joy!), two weeks of vacation (where almost no writing was accomplished — other than three articles for an upcoming FACES issue on Brazil — but much relaxing and playing and lounging and eating and attempting to surf *was* accomplished. That surfing thing was a blast, even though I’m not quite the expert yet.
Once back in Brazil, we entered the sick bay and have each been through colds and such, the strangest of which was endured by my youngest, with fever, hives and seemingly uncontrollable swelling, especially in her face. Luckily, she had no problems breathing but it seemed like a classic allergic reaction, only we can’t figure it out. I managed to stay well through all the other sicknesses, until today when I am decidedly coughy, achy, sniffly and sneezy. I’d like to take some Nyquil and go back to bed, but it doesn’t look like that’s in the cards. It’s a back-to-work-week in many ways: back to a novel I’d like to finish, back to a house I’d like to organize (can you say simplify?), and back to a habit of daily exercise.
Okay, so maybe the exercise can wait till the achy-ness goes away.