I'm having a very quiet few days -- with the the flu -- so am writing in bed which is not nearly as comfortable as it sounds. Now, at least I have medication so my nose is not continually dripping onto the keyboard. Isn't that a lovely image for a romance writer?
Meanwhile, in our second bathroom, we have a delivery ward. One little chick burst out of his shell yesterday -- very strong and noisy and demanding. Another little peeper is taking things more slowly, one gentle peck at a time. Dr. E is in seventh heaven.