Ah, yes. There's nothing like that good vomit.
But having been sick in bed all day I did notice that there was a lot of action in my head. I mean, it's an incessant conversation between seven or eight protagonists with commentaries and editorial thrown in. I think I'm a little bit of a word addict. I love language, and my general approach to problem solving involves throwing lots and lots of words around. There is very little I cannot talk myself into, or out of.
But, life has taught me that there are certain situations in which wordiness is not helpful. Negotiations with a five-year-old. Meditation. Labor. And now, it appears, the writing of a blog. So. I'm just going to stop there.