I barely made it out of bed at all yesterday.

My fever: 102.2

My fever dream: The short story I’m working on for the Indiana Horror Writers anthology was printed out on a table. I saw a huge, god-like semi-colon in the air above it. A big freaking semi-colon. I said (to the semi-colon, mind you) “What are you doing there?” It said, “Two parts are not supposed to be together, but I make it so”

The best part of the day:

Zane: “Are you feeling okay, Mommy?”

Me: “No, I feel horrible.”

Zane: “I can pray for you.”

Me: Start crying

Zane: Puts my head on his chest and prays that Mommy feel better.

Today: No fever. Oh the faith of a child.