Too much of a good thing. *twitch*
Restrained my flight urges. Came down, more or less, after lunch, and also experienced a return of the headache. Opted not to repeat the Sudafed/coffee/Ibuprofen cocktail, as I was uncertain whether I would make the correct decision to not flap and hoot through my place of business if confronted with the temptation again. But I'm undecided on whether or not I regret that now.
Hobkin's also feeling under the weather. His tummy got upset again yesterday. Fed him anti-nausea meds and a Pepto-Bismol sandwich, and he perked right up. I wonder if there are stimulants in either of those? Every time he takes them, he becomes all zingy and amok.
I find the parallel between our respective states of health interesting, although Hobkin gives every indication of being over his bout of tummy disgruntlement and I'm still whimpering and periodically clutching at my head.
I was also worried that he might be dehydrated as he did the dip-paw-in-water-lick-off thing again yesterday, so I filled up a 2cc feeding syringe with water to see if he'd drink. Normally when I stick a syringe in his mouth, he gets Amoxycillan or his anti-nausea med, both of which he thinks are liquid candy. So he drank the first gulp willingly enough, but once he realized it was just water, he glared at me reproachfully, and used his paws to bat away the syringe. Sigh.
Received word from my Tangent editor that he just wants one review of the three-part novella up at Sci-Fiction. So, since I don't like having my reading progress dictated by someone else (as in I don't like to encounter "to be continued" when I'm getting to the climax of a scene), I'm going to wait until all three parts are published before reading it.
Submitted "The Reign of the Wintergod" for reprint consideration at a market.
And again, I'm having a difficult time getting the ole writing gear engaged. Flibbertigibbet muse.