Sigh

I seem to be getting a cold -- at least, I hope it's only a cold. I'm not incapacitated, but definitely not very energetic apart from a sort of mental restlessness. Unfortunately, laundry isn't really optional at this point; even if I don't go to work tomorrow, whether I call it a sick day or working-from-home I really can't be using that time for things like laundry.

(The laundry room is a couple of hundred yards away, and I usually do multiple loads at once, every other weekend. To make it worse, I could only get one machine last time, so I', behind.)

The other thing I'm behind on is writing, having skipped the last couple of days. I have ideas -- including finally realizing, last night, what will motivate the Captain to carry on with his obsessive quest for the lost ship even after he has his long-lost son back. Complicated man, that. The trouble is, the idea of settling down either in the upright chair at the desktop, or with the hot, heavy laptop on my knee, doesn't really appeal right now, and I'm not sure the Palm with its tiny screen would lend itself to the sort of fiddly infill work I need to do.

Oh, and I need to cook a batch of bean-and-pepper stew this evening, as I already soaked the beans. I suppose I can skip the baking adventure part, though. (I was going to try brownies, and take them to work if at all successful.)

Update

So far I have managed not to pass my malaise on to the characters, though everyone's tired and cranky after being up most of the night.

Also accomplished, though with slightly more klutziness than usual; three loads of laundry and a pot of vegetable-bean stew, rather less spicy than the last one. Maybe it was the pale yellow chilli pepper that made the difference last time; the jalapenos seem to have been pretty mild. I did not attempt baking.