I have a little birdie,
And her name is Enza.
I opened the window
And in flew Enza.
The above is a old rhyme that my grandparents taught me when I was a kid. It was one that was from when they were young and the Spanish Flu pandemic happened. I don't have the Spanish flu, but I do have the flu. It's sucking the energy right out of me. Words are not cooperating with me very well. I just kinda stare at the screen and try to think things up.
Writing when sick is hard. I want to get over this quickly so that I can move on to finishing these two projects by the end of the month.
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