I've been sick for the last couple of weeks.
Nothing serious, thankfully. (Although there were some anxious moments while I waited for the blood tests to come back).
I had the misfortune to contract a virus that's played merry hell with my digestive system and seems to be using every dirty biological trick to keep me from eating. During this time I've been laid up in bed with approximately the same energy level as a sloth with a 60-a-day smoking habit. This has done an effective job of fucking up my writing schedule.
The doctors have given me some pills to hold my digestive system together so I can actually eat things without them immediately shooting out of one end or the other. Normal service should return once my body has finally beaten the virus off.