I lost december to the flu, and two really unpleasant falls, tripped over the baby-gate, and then the bathmat slipped out from under me.
Graceful, not so much.
The family crisis ( my mom’s health) is now resolved and recovering fine, and a few major projects are finally off the ground and contracts and documents and deposits sorted for a bunch more.
It pretty much ate January.
But I have ideas, and there’ll be a new book this year at least. More tales of my little immortal clan are forthcoming.
Just doing a bit of writing, the WonderSpouse is down with food poisoning tonight.