Productive

Woke up this morning with an ominous rattle in my chest.  Mr. Kate and I made a run for the drug store as she was rocking an not insubstantial cough. Came back home, made pancakes. Ate pancakes. Put on a face masque. Next I shall paint my nails!  I don't know why I'm having such a hard time getting going. ugh. I need to get some exercise in, head down to the Chelsea drug store, outline spec script and do 20 minutes of voice work.

I heard from Monday. Her query letter should be done by end of day Sunday.

**** 10 hours later.

ugh. sick.