More than just hitting a wall

I had two lovely days of writing bliss, working on my Nanowrimo novel without any real inconvenience. Then life decided to tell me I was foolish.

My cold is worse. I have a fever that requires Advil plus Tylenol plus Aleve in order to reduce. I am extremely tired and could probably sleep all day if I wanted.

My daughter's mental health issues have reared their nasty heads and she therefore requires extra attention and help getting through the day. It doesn't help that she has a three day weekend.

I am having difficulty concentrating. I don't know if it's because of my cold, some anxiety over government red tape, worry for my daughter, or whatever else. Maybe it's all of the above.

I don't know if God is trying to tell me that I was foolish to think I could do this novel. Maybe it's just a test of my perseverance. Either way I'm 2 days behind now in my word count. There will probably be a few more days of no writing until I feel better. I don't know if I'll be able to finish it this month. But I would like to try.