To paraphrase David Allen-

There are some days when the only thing you’re good for is filling the stapler.  On those days, the most productive thing you can do is fill the stapler.  There is no point in trying to answer your email or put together a proposal or talk to an important client on the phone.  You haven’t the brainpower for it, so just be content to fill the stapler.  

Today is a day for filling staplers.  But not too many of them, because they look heavy and complicated.
I’m sitting in corner of Khalid’s therapy center with the laptop on my knees and a cup of black coffee by my side, I’ve also consumed copius amounts of decongestant, paracetemol, and herb tea.  I’m feeling like Ms.Pestilience 2009- and I probably look the part too.  I’m the lump in the corner with the hacking cough, blocked nose, and miserable looking eyes.  I got me some bad germs.  -koff-
I’ve been staring at my computer, dutifully composing and recomposing the same email for the last forty minutes.  I finally picked out the last of the typos, fragments, and goobledygook that working under the influence of germs tends to produce and mailed it.  Now I need a break.  There’s a coffee shop downstairs and I hope they have chicken soup.


Abez is a 50% white, 50% Pakistani, and 100% Muslim. She is also chronically ill and terminally awesome. She is the ever-lovin Momma of: - Khalid, a special little boy with autism - Iman, a special little girl with especially big hair -Musfira, an especially devious baby Spoiler, Abez is also Zeba Khan on

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