(my family is here to enforce this. Nobody wants a repeat of the mono-that-become-double-pneumonia, although in my defense I was 16 at the time)
Even with the drugs, there are times when my brain is clear and focused, and I use it as best I can, jotting down words and making decisions, keeping the work moving forward. And then there are the times when the world swings clock-wise and smears in pretty shades of purple and blue, and I think, “I will use this in a story someday…but not today.”
Someday will come.
On the plus side, the cats have figured out that they can cuddle, so long as they avoid my midsection. Now if they could remember that even at 3am when they decide to shift position…..