Medication, Banned Books, and Conspiracy Theories

Today I am "working" from home. In reality, I called the client this morning and informed them that the likelihood of me getting much done today was pretty slim. I'm looking after Miss 17 - after two weeks fighting tonsillitis, going through one round of antibiotics, and still being sick, I've turned my focus almost completely on her. She's taking tablets every two hours now, and I'm forcing her to keep drinking, and eating anything I can get her to - despite her less than enthusiastic responses to my constant reminders and encouragement.

Half an Hour

I have half an hour left until I get to switch my computer off, climb aboard my trusty bicycle, and pedal my way back towards town. I'm already wondering what ass-hattery will be thrown at me during the journey - this morning was the third in a row where cars have pulled out in front of me with no indication what-so-ever regarding what they were about to do. Apparently I'm invisible.

Big Thoughts

Several years ago - before children, when time was a thing to be toyed with and spent frivolously, I would write long, rambling blog posts about life, the universe, and everything inbetween. I would empty my head through the keyboard as easily as turning on a tap - churning out 750 words with relative ease. Granted, I wrote 750 words in order to post to the website "750words", but that's besides the point.

Down the Rabbit Hole

The clock is ticking towards 10pm as I begin writing this, and it's really the first chance I have had all day to empty my head. If I was going to be lazy I would write about how tired I am - weary really - and how the day has knocked the stuffing out of me. That wouldn't be the whole story though - I got a huge amount of complicated work done. Here's the problem though - if I even begin to tell you what I've been working on, your eyes will glaze over, and you'll start wondering what's on Netflix.