Down: I got shingles three weeks ago.
Up: I’m the luckiest person to get shingles, because the rash was on my back, not my face, and the pain was never enough to warrant more than the occasional pain killer.
Down: It did tire me out, though, and when I flew up to the Gold Coast for Supanova I caught a cold.
Up: But Supanova went well. Lots of books signed. Met some interesting people. Bought stuff.
Down: There was a bit of a mess up thanks to my publisher not keeping me informed on publicity matters.
Up: Being sick meant I had to rest up in the week between Supanovas, giving me time to do the 20s dress refashion.
Down: However, I didn’t recover enough to regain my voice, and by the time I spend all weekend talking over the ambient noise I had lost my voice completely. Just a pathetic wheeze.
Up: I also embroidered a brooch for the lovely guest manager and was chuffed at how it came out
Down: And forgot to photograph it.
Up: We got solar panels installed two weeks ago.
Down: They look terrible and we’re going to have them moved.
Up: I have a job where it didn’t matter if I was a zombie all of last Monday. And Tuesday. And Wednesday.
Down: Except I haven’t written a word in three weeks and I have stacks of publicity stuff to do for a book coming out less than a month. The publicity girl at the local office of my publisher has gone on holidays without letting me know what she has arranged. Which was stressing me out until last night…
Up: … when I had a bit of a tipple and vented to Paul, and he to me, and we realised that, ultimately, none of these downs matter as much as they seem to. Life is mostly good, most of the time.