Well, it's well past my bedtime, nearly midnight. (I decided to make the tagliarini with noodles--really it's not true tagliarini, just ground beef (mince), cooked with onions and garlic, and seasoned with some worcestershire and dried basil, wit some peas, a tin of tomato soup and cooked egg noodles, mixed into it ...meh, it's okay...and it was quick to make.
I was going to work on Chapter 5 of Dark Holiday--I mean, there I went, and left the Doctor and Donna on the moor with that dead body, for the four months I laid off writing any new Who-fic, now, I've gone and left them being drugged or poisoned (not telling, sorry) with two mysterous people looming over them, discussing how nice it was to be rid of the Doctor and Donna--I mean..how cruel am I? 
Meh--it's not like I'm on a deadline, and the story's been sitting there since June, waiting to be completed...and, really, it's not that great a story, anyway...at least, I don't feel it is...I think it's rather dull, actually. i don't write sex or love stuff in my stories, so I don't reckon they'd be very popular with most people.
But, my bad lung is bothering me tonight...being out in the rain after 4 hours of rattling off phone scripts at work, probably didn't help, I suppose. The lung is clearing but I still have a touch of the cold--now another of our co-workers has just got it...it's really doing the rounds, and it's an unsusually bad 'un, this particular bug...one person in the office has had it TWICE, so far...and it lingers and lingers, and a number of people--including moi, have had various complications ranging from bronchitis to full-blown pnuemonia, from it--so far, I read that about a dozen people from this area have been hospitalized with it. The only thing that saved me, possibly, was all the anti-biotics have had pumped into me on and off, for the past year, I reckon.
I am better though, thank god. The shortness of breath is lessening enough to allow me to say my scripts without gasping or wheezing, and the cough is--mostly--much better, as well... and I'm so grateful to be finally (one hopes) on the mend. I seldom get colds for this long--except once when I had pneumonia for six weeks, back int the late 90's. I'll be starting week 7, tomorrow, with this darn thing.
Well, the cold front blew through, bringing a burst of high winds and a lashing of rain...our spring like weather is gone, as temps drop from the 60's F, down into the 30's F...with snow flurries predicted for Monday--yup, we were in our shirt sleeves and even tee shirts Friday and Saturday...now it's back to sweaters (jumpers) and a heavy winter jacket and all that rubbish. Oh well. That's November for you.
Well, the cats are fed and so am I. Time to hit the hay.
I close with a quote from good ol' Ralph Waldo:
"Dream delivers us to dream, and there is no end to illusion."
Pleasant dreams all, nitey-nite.
