Well, it's Boxing Day. We survived Christmas, somehow. The food was good, the pug was kindly, and God brought us a day of peace.

Today, I'm allergic to everything.

Not sure how long the quiet's gonna last, but let's all pray for Christmas spirit to stay handy.

I should start blogging here again.

To let my followers know, this is the fiction, personal update, and emotional rant blog. My other blogs are:
http://knitallama.wordpress.com for knitting, crocheting, spinning, etc.
http://ewkarner.wordpress.com for professional things (mostly education and technology)

Okay, here's a little something to get back in the swing of things. I wrote it a while ago, but I can't post the most recent stuff yet.

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She was exhausted. Fatigue seemed to have replaced the blood in her veins, feeding the poison of lethargy to her cells in place of healthy energy. Another cup of coffee, she thought as she guided herself toward the kitchen, along the dark wall, with a tired and heavy hand. Coffee, or tea perhaps.

Ordinarily, she would have been asleep by now. Jenny longed to fall into pleasant dreams; she had not had any for three days. Ted had asked her to wait up for him, and she had obliged. For three days, she had wandered blearily around the house in her dressing gown and slippers. She had watched wretched daytime television and all-night infomercials. She had fed the cat diligently at nine in the morning and nine at night. Having run out of frozen dinners, and unable to get to the store without the car, she had ordered pizza from the good place on Westshore. When Ted got back, he'd have a lot to answer for.

Jenny slumped into a poorly stuffed armchair as she waited for the coffee to percolate. There was a much more comfortable one in the next room, but she knew she'd fall asleep in that one. Besides, the cat was already there and he didn't like to be budged.