Creativity calling to me

I still feel like junk. When my husband left for work this morning, he put me under orders to take a nap as soon as I finished with the vital stuff like eating breakfast and taking my morning meds. I just woke up from the nap, and I still feel fuzz-brained, but I also want very much to write. I find myself missing the characters I have created in my novel, missing both the creativity and the adventure of discovery inherent in writing some on it. I have been writing the novel down on my to-do list even as I have been feeling icky. I haven't crossed it off in a while, but it has been there, a reminder that I do want to work on it. I think I will actually try to work on it today - test the waters and see how I do, even with my mind feeling more like pudding than crystal clear water. We'll see what comes out of the pudding.