Why being sick sucks...

It appears that being sick is not good for my creative process. For about a month now my husband and I have both had our energy wiped out by chest infections, and in that time I have written a whopping one page of new material. The problem is that I have ideas, but they're scattered and my brain and body are too exhausted from illness to try to properly make use of them. Yesterday, for the first time in a while, my fingers' urge to write and my brain's ability to string more than two sentences together finally coincided. I'm now hopeful that the rest of September will be more productive for the as yet untitled prequel to Faith's Demons than the whole of August was. Fingers crossed! Now to just stop coughing...