I think it was the editor. In the apartment. With a virus.
Tee hee. Actually, I don’t know WHO it was, but somehow a virus sneaked into that Donald Maass Intensive retreat and one by one, I watched people come down with it. First Deeanne, then Maya, then Nancy. I came home, thinking that I had escaped completely, but nooooo, on Wednesday morning I woke up with the telltale sore throat.
Well. Five days later and I’m still creaking around like an old woman. Hubby says I don’t look good and don’t act at all like myself, which is not what a woman wants to hear. But I went to the doc this morning and came home with drugs aplenty. Am especially looking forward to some knock-me-out cough syrup for tonight.
The bad news is that the sinus part of this bug has given me a six day migraine. The good news is that in between migraine attacks (when I lie on the bed with Charley Gansky, who is in ever protective mode), I’ve actually been able to pretty much keep up with my work quota. (Well, except for Sunday. I took the day off.) So things are not as bad as they could be and I think I can already feel those antibiotics zipping through my bloodstream, bringing me back to Myself.
I have an out of town weekend ahead (going to B’ham), so I need to be tip top. Looks like things will be okay.
Hope you’re doing well! P.S. You know all those warnings about “YOU WOULDN’T STEAL A CAR . . . SO WHY WOULD YOU ILLEGALLY DOWNLOAD?” Wierd Al has a parody video on the subject that’s hilarious.
Check it out here: http://www.dontdownloadthissong.com/DDTSecard.swf.