I seem to have jinxed myself over the last week with a couple of articles I posted.

According to Plan was spurred by a series of inconveniences while trying to spend the morning working in my special nook, in one of my favourite coffee shops.

Though details are unimportant, much time was lost before I finally got down to work that day. No significant time was lost.

I still showed up.

My post about showing up is why I’m writing this right now.

I’ve been incredibly sick with whatever wild virus seems to be taking everyone out this month. Head, throat, sinuses, overwhelming lack of energy — utterly debilitating.

I watched my wife suffer through it a week or so prior. Enough time had passed, I thought I dodged it.

She and I had a weekend getaway planned to California. Nothing crazy, just a break from winter.

The morning of, I couldn’t leave the house for the airport, we didn’t have a backup plan. Backing out of a trip seems unconscionable to me, I’d never considered needing a backup… but it happened.

So be it. Life happens.

But I committed to posting daily on here. And I feel I’m being tested.

I’m not writing this for anyone to read. I’m writing it for me.

To prove that even when I haven’t slept for more than 2 straight hours over four days, can’t tell day from night, and when the shooting pains in my head are only mildly numbed by the distraction of hallucinations displayed on the insides of my eyelids — I can still sit down and put metaphorical pen-to-paper.