I had hoped that my Christmas flu meant the end of being ill for a while, but then a cold took hold of my bones. I had been writing all hours and squeezing my sleep into the gaps. I felt increasingly tired but continued working into the night because I have a looming deadline for my book. How is it the middle of March already?
When Saturday came, I was …
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