Third night of no wine. Ice-cream instead. Hoping to wake early and write, material to be sold, printed and sold. An annoying cough remains, that makes it difficult to complete a sentence. Surprised I made it through the 1A class, held office hours after as I did. I should feel completely recovered and out from under this bug’s wing by tomorrow morning.
Going to kitchen now, set the coffee, get new cup out— I cough twice, become annoyed, lose interest in this sitting, the words the type the everything of this moment. Why’d I have to get sick now?