Day 23

I woke with a sudden burst of energy and decided to deep clean my house. I knew I should have been resting, but I needed the perfect environment if I was going to feel better. Every book came off the shelves. Every item disappeared from the coffee table. Every drawer was emptied.

A blank canvas.

By the time the surfaces were spotless, my body reminded me of the fever.

Cold sweats. Unsteady tremors. A fatigue that settled into my bones.

Three hours later, the house was finished.

I rested, but I did not sleep. Instead, I watched Voicemails from Isabel and the second season of The Four Seasons. Eight episodes. Five hours.

It was that kind of day.

When I finally picked up The Unwilding, it was less out of desire than obligation. The hour had grown late and I felt compelled to salvage something from the day. I managed ten pages before a mounting migraine brought an end to the effort, interrupting what had finally become an exciting chapter after a long stretch of careful detail and little action.

Not enough to satisfy me, but enough to keep the pages turning tomorrow.

I should be better by then.

And I better finish the book as well.

Started Today On: Page 268

Ended On: Page 278

Pages Read Today: 10