It was inevitable. If the flying in a metal tube in close contact with people who refuse to stay grounded when they have colds didn't get me, the germs from the woman who sat next to me for three days of the conference - who insisted it was "allergies" - would.
Truth to tell, it's probably a combination of that and an immune system which has been brutally abused over the last eight weeks. Long, late nights packing, more activity than normal, running for supplies, setting up for entertaining...my body just plum wore out. So I e-mailed in, took two Advil and went back to bed for four hours.
It's almost time for another dose of Advil.
It's also time to drag myself downstairs for a bit. If I want sustenance other than cherry flavored cough syrup, that is. "Feed a cold, starve a fever", or the other way around? Who cares - I'm hungry. Last night, in spite of already feeling rocky, I put together an easy chicken cacciatore and ended up with more leftovers than anticipated. It may not be lunchtime yet, but it is much past breakfast. My tastebuds were still working yesterday, so I can at least imagine what it tastes like.
After that, it's time for another nap.
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