For some reason it won't let me title this piece.

Trinity was sick with a bug last weekend. Well, this weekend it looks like Jon has it. He's tucked in bed with a fever, and I'll be joining him when I'm done with this. Just to show you that almost nothing goes to waste in my odd little mind . . . Waking up beside him this morning he was hotter than he should have been. The hell with touching the forehead, his entire body was hot to the touch. Fever heat is what first gave me the idea to make the lycanthrope's skin run hot close to the full moon. We haven't explored that as fully as we might. But it's based on the truth that most of the animals that the humans turn into run higher temps than we do. 101 to about 102.5 at the outside for a lot of the animals that I use for lycanthropy in my books. So cuddling up to them would feel like cuddling up to a person if they were running a fever of about the same degree. As long as they were in human form. Anyone that has dogs knows that they run hot to, but because of the insulation of the fur they don't feel that hot to the touch.

Jon should be fine by tomorrow, or Sunday at the latest since he's following Trin's symptoms pretty closely. She's at her father's this weekend. Well, happy and healthy. These summer bugs too shall pass.

On the writing front, I have fought the same scene for two days, and will fight it again tomorrow. I thought I'd fallen down the rabbit hole. Now I'm beginning to believe I'm trying to hamstring my plot and over think things, and I should probably have followed my rabbit hole all the way. You never know sometimes you just end up in the dark with a bunch of dirt in your hair, and sometimes you end up in Wonderland.