Schedules and Not

Apparently, flu/pneumonia/acute bronchitis can knock me on my ass, literally, for three weeks. There's a permanent indent in my couch now. My husband, in his love and care for me, made me promise I would quit my workaholic ways for the duration of the being sick. My schedule went out the window. The good thing is I'm ok with that and I came to the conclusion that I needed to be funnier. So I started this blog, Pardon My French, and another screenplay instead of working.