But what can you do when a baby looks at you, puffy eyed, sad, coughing, the perfect picture of misery? I'll tell you what I did. I said "Poor Shmoseph", picked him up and cuddled him until he slept everyday for three days. Is it any wonder I feel dreadful now? No. Probably not.
In other news, I have had some more requests for book reviews. Yay! There was a lovely blurb last week in the CJN talking about my book. Double yay! And I applied for a booth at Toronto Fan Expo's Small Press Alley. Woo hoo! All good things. Things are definitely moving forward.
Now, if you don't mind, I think I may make an attempt to crawl back home and into bed.